Double_Diamonds
Don Juan
I don't take this topic too seriously, but I was wondering what you guys think about guys/don juans grabbing their ****s in public. You know like you see start highschool quarterbacks do in movies. haha, just wondering.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
Originally posted by NRM
What in the world caused you to wonder this?
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.
you're so wrong. it's only when I grab myself during class or, better yet, on stage during on assembly that I am truly the epitome of a don juan.Originally posted by diablo
It's childish.
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.
I agree, do whatever you feel comfortable with. As long as your confident about it, F*ck everyone else.Originally posted by LikRetsam
A general stfu to all the nay sayers and their retarded 'decency' arguments.
A round of 'I will scratch myself whenever I feel the god damned need to and not think twice about it' to the orginal poster.
Go Porky.
I think you're just proving that age does reflect immaturity.Originally posted by LikRetsam
A general stfu to all the nay sayers and their retarded 'decency' arguments.
A round of 'I will scratch myself whenever I feel the god damned need to and not think twice about it' to the orginal poster.
Go Porky.
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.
scratching is one thing. I even see girls scratching. it doesn't bother me a bit.Originally posted by LikRetsam
A general stfu to all the nay sayers and their retarded 'decency' arguments.
A round of 'I will scratch myself whenever I feel the god damned need to and not think twice about it' to the orginal poster.
Go Porky.
I think that is the weakest argument I have ever heard. Perhaps even weaker than 'get a life'. Please, do not speak to me of maturity. You know nothing of me and while I would like to engage in a argument, I know nothing of you eather. But kindly, please remember that 3 lines is far from enough for you to judge anything of anyone.Originally posted by The TallOne
I think you're just proving that age does reflect immaturity.
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.