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Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Sep 10, 2022
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- Age
- 42
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Releasing those photos has NF back on the radar, when just last week, she was only slightly more remembered than Matchbox 20 and the work of Mozi. This strategy for regaining some semblance of relevance is more crafty than most recognize
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.
That seems to happen to everyone in the rural American Midwest where I live. Everyone's fat. Some fat people get on Ozempic and lose weight, but then they look like a deflated balloon.Yet this is " the Latina curse". They'll blow up like balloons after a certain age.
You know how some women retain their curves even when they put on a few pounds? She doesn't have that.and this is her now
Who’s your favourite now in your non simping days?Damn she was my favorite back then in my simping days.
I was in high school when this was on the radio. That's how old I am haha
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
I don't think I have a favourite like that anymore..Who’s your favourite now in your non simping days?
JLo is working hard to prove wrong that stereotype.Yet this is " the Latina curse". They'll blow up like balloons after a certain age.
Like what?unresolved deep seated issues
Who knows? Maybe they're unhappy with their choices in life such as career/husband but feel they have to keep on for appearances sake. So they're living a fake life and that usually takes a toll on you. That's why the lives of most influencers are a mess.Like what?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Like the love of endless breadsticks and bottomless mimosas.Like what?
Yikes. Some comedian had joke that goes something like-