wifehunter
Master Don Juan
Day .0001
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.
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.
Two things to consider here.....I've gone a whole year before and still sucked at socializing, still didn't approach, and had anxiety.
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.
Dunno man. Sounds like you're in the depressive mindset, which will impact on every aspect of your life, not just women. But you seem to understand that.I boiled it down to 3 things.
1. I don't know how to flirt therefore I don't approach
2. Last relationship fvcked me up mentally that I don't feel like I could ever date again
3. Something must of fvcked me up mentally that I just simply can't talk to women.
Today there were 2 girls sitting there chatting at the park while I took my dog out . They were pretty and I was able to say hi and that was it. Don't know how to take it any further
Probably also have confidence issues since everything is stacked against me, also upset about size
As for nofap, I think I'm going to cave in tonight
I agree to this. For me it started when I took interest in gangbang porn. Then the fetishes just keep building up from there.I think the root cause of porn addiction for me was sheer laziness. It allows you to sit at home and be a couch potato while seeking sexual gratification through a screen. The problems really start when you get bored watching the same ol' same ol' suck and fukk and you start delving into really bizarre fetishes. It got to a point where I couldn't even get aroused watching regular porn. I had to see the women get abused and degraded for me to get turned on. It's like a drug addict who has to keep escalating his drugs in order to get high because they built up an immunity to it. It is some scary ****.
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.
No drama man. It's good to get out of your own head. I know what you mean about too much thinking time. I think a lot of people can identify with that. Nothing wrong with it, so long as the internal monologue is on point.Thank you for the advice and will do better to improve myself. It really helps
I don't consider myself depressed. I fill my mind with positivity throughout the whole day since I know how much thoughts affect humans. I put out welcoming vibes, I engage others when I'm around them. I consider myself to just be a thinker and lost, if you know what I mean. It all comes down to rejection possibly. No friends throughout youth, no one to express myself, always alone so I had the time to think and think and I got stuck in this same pattern. I believe I know what I just don't to break free, but legs don't move, mouth doesn't speak up. Hard to explained but that's the best way I can put it.
It's called "hard mode" as long as you don't fap, you're still in. Same goes for intercourse. The whole point is not to touch your junk....seemed like the value of giving up my abstaining wasn't it worth her.
I know that sounds shallow but its how I felt.
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.