narcissist
Master Don Juan
I am so fvcking horny. I have a 7th grade raging hard-on standing in line at Tim Hortons. I'd smash a 70 year old GILF right now.
Day 2.
Day 2.
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.
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.
Is 9 days long enough to provide an accurate sample in this "scientific research"Why bother asking others what their results are when you aren't open to results that don't support your preconceived notions about it? Sorry buddy, but that's how scientific research works. You have to be open to accepting the data that doesn't support your hypothesis along with the rest.
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.
Indeed. When I fap after being on a no fap spree for a certain period of time , I feel fine. But , I know that if I go it 3 days in a row, im fvcked.I have noticed that even if you (I) fail after a few days, those few days abstinence bring some benefit; like t-levels are already restored to a level that one failure won't make a huge difference.
The biggest detriment for me happens when I fail on consecutive days - therefore t-levels drained too far in a short space of time. Earlier in the year I managed to cut down to once per week (on the same day each week, like a Sunday, when nothing much happens anyway). All the benefits remained, while staving off thirst and agitation of complete abstinence. If you manage 4/5/6 days abstinence each week I think the same benefits remain as for a complete cold turkey. Eventually might cut down or stop completely.
I believe it can postpone the urge to fap for a while but I'm not sure. There was guy in an older nofap post here in ss and he said it can enchase your testo or something. I could never make it anyway because once i start faping while watching porn , is already too late.Is it breaking nofap watching some porn, fapping a bit but not coming? Had this relapse yesterday...
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.
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.