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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Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
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.
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.
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.