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Don Juan
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I had a HOT freshman jump on my back wearing panties, a shirt, and no bra as I was walking into my dorm room...I threw her off my back and ran away.

Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
Gotdam...wtfOriginally posted by englishman
Got a strange one...was in the pub in U.K. went to washroom, there was a girl I knew hanging out near the door, so for a joke I pushed her toward the door as if to take her in there.....so I go in get my c**** out and procced to take a wiz...she walks in stands behind me and reaches round and takes hold of my c0ck!!!!! i finished the piss, she shook it for me and put it away....and for some reason that im fvcked if i know i never took it to the next level......
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
yep...seriousOriginally posted by So Many Ways
Gotdam...wtf
Are you serious?
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.
Your post and I bet a good number of posts here perfectly illustrates how negative internals and poor inner game can kill your opportunities with women, even if they're throwing themselves at you. I can see the same thing when I look back at my experiences. I would always think "there's no way this really hot, smart chick could possibly like me" so I'd end up sabotaging myself.Originally posted by muttley
she carried on wispering to me and me wispering back... at the end i thought, "nah, a girl that like her , pretty and smart basically classy " wouldnt be interested in me....
ARRRRRGGGGG! the reason was i that i cudnt believe a girl so beautiful could want me.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
true, life can be a cruel b1tch and only b/c of your own thinking.Originally posted by So Many Ways
Your post and I bet a good number of posts here perfectly illustrates how negative internals and poor inner game can kill your opportunities with women, even if they're throwing themselves at you. I can see the same thing when I look back at my experiences. I would always think "there's no way this really hot, smart chick could possibly like me" so I'd end up sabotaging myself.
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.