ImTheDoubleGreatest!
Master Don Juan
This is the most scarring thing I have witnessed. I actually shudderred when I saw this, no joke.This thread needs some porn pics to make it more interesting.
Here you go. Try to control yourself!
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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.
This is the most scarring thing I have witnessed. I actually shudderred when I saw this, no joke.This thread needs some porn pics to make it more interesting.
Here you go. Try to control yourself!
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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.
Yeah , more inspiration on saying jokes depending on every situation, i even got a couple of compliments today for it.Any noticeable positive signs from your 7 days of no fapping?
Did you fap to the pic Bible Belt posted?I fapped
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.
From my experience it's the opposite. Having a full sack makes me more dominant and direct in approaches. Fapping makes me awkward.Eh, I'll give it a shot, but to be honest I have my doubts. Feel like it's just going to result in desperate behavior in approaches and awkward boners lol.
But, I won't come to any conclusions until I give it a try. Here goes.
It will at the least be an interesting test of sheer willpower
in my experience, the more i fap, the more relaxed and in control i am, but when i don't fap, i'm basically a drooling horndogFrom my experience it's the opposite. Having a full sack makes me more dominant and direct in approaches. Fapping makes me awkward.
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.
I'm out too. Was so hungover yesterday when will-power is not fantastic in most respects. I'll restart and go until December 3rd.I fapped
Day 8 today . Last 3 days were hard to not fap at least once but i was able to resist till now. The rewards are already noticeable.Day two done, where's all these people on day 7 come from?
Anyway keep it up everyone we already lost one, no more!
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.
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.