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Master Don Juan
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Right. You know I am temp incel right?Escorts are the definition of lack of intimacy. That's why you are fixated on it.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
Right. You know I am temp incel right?Escorts are the definition of lack of intimacy. That's why you are fixated on it.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
My dreams that have sexualized women always have hot ones, like opening up a closet and finding Elly May Clampett buck nekkid & dripping wet.Was walking through a delapidated building with vagrants around. A lady approached me from the left and in a soft but firm feminine voice, asked me if I wanted to have a good time? I yelled out this blood curdling no!!!! at the top of my voice. Woke up my folks and I had to explain to my mom that I rejected a prostitute in my dreams. The prostitute, looked like a 5/6 chubby woman but there was something very off, strange and disturbing about her which made my skin crawl. I guess I rejected a prostitute then. Things must be looking up.
It's temporarily OVER for TempCels.Right. You know I am temp incel right?
I was using a grocery store self checkout last week, and the guy next to me doing the same thing kept screaming at the machine. Whenever the automated voice spoke, he would yell, "Shut the fvck up, b1tch!" I was tempted offer similar advice to him, but didn't. Then the next day, I'm standing in line at the post office, and the same guy is there. Only this time, I'm guessing he was sober, and he hardly said a word to anyone. It was like two different people.I withdraw some extra money from the ATM yesterday, however, my dad has parked in an area of the plaza close to the street so I don't have to walk across that brothel while going towards the car. That temptation is now eliminated.
Just this morning, an aggressive beggar was approaching everyone on the train platform asking for change for lunch. The thought had crossed my mind to give him some money and say "hey, I was going to fvck a prostitute down the street with this dough but you can buy lunch with this instead", but changed my mind as he already asked everyone and left the station. Boy, that guy made everyone feel uncomfortable. Not one person looked like they helped him out and I feel like I would be encouraging that aggressive type of behaviour if I did, not to mention making a spectical of myself by saying something that insane and over the top!
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.