MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Funny you should ask. I recall going to the urological clinic at my public hospital - where I had a quite comely resident see me - and I was told to make sure to ejaculate 3 times a week. At the time I couldn't help thinking of having her help me out in this regard.Scaramouche said:Dear MDJ,
I would much prefer to rarely ejaculate it maintains your energy levels,and One remains constantly horny.....However,for the Health of my Prostate I try and ejaculate at least a Dozen times a Month...What is the latest thinking on this?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
That's actually the whole point of this. She is so not used to it, and taken back by it, that she assumed you had to be gay. I'm guessing that had never happened to her, so she freaked out that maybe she wasn't as good, or hot as she thought. It bothered her enough to start spreading a false rumor about you.Scars said:I "took too long" one time while having sex, and the girl started spreading rumors that she thought I might possibly be gay.
I think this was just a lack of security on her part, and after apologizing I went on to fvck her two more times. But still. Wtf?
-Scars
failScars said:I "took too long" one time while having sex, and the girl started spreading rumors that she thought I might possibly be gay.
I think this was just a lack of security on her part, and after apologizing I went on to fvck her two more times. But still. Wtf?
-Scars
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.