wifehunter
Master Don Juan
Day .0001
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Two things to consider here.....I've gone a whole year before and still sucked at socializing, still didn't approach, and had anxiety.
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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.