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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.