ThunderMaverick
Master Don Juan
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When this story is all said and done I suggest it be moved to the archives. =D
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
HB came to see me last night to "talk ". (I was in a mood of resignation - 'fix it or finish it ')Rollo Tomassi said:... women with the propensity to defer to a 3rd party psychotherapist are attempting to control the frame by proxy. Essentially she's expecting you to accept Leanne as the higher authority...
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.
jophil28 said:HB came to see me last night to "talk ". (I was in a mood of resignation - 'fix it or finish it ')
She meandered, with little point to the convo, until she said a few interesting things.
Firstly she repeated that Leanne had told her that she might need three other men in her life to fully satisfy all of her needs. Apparently Leanne said this in a 'tongue in cheek" way....I asked HB whether Leanne was encouraging her to recruit three other men because I was not able to 'fulfil' all of them because I was just one mere male in a relationship with an exquisitely sensitive goddess with extensive emotional expectations. I asked her whether Leanne has spoken about this situation in ways that indicated that she believes that HB is 'entitled' to have a man (or men) attend to her.
She sort of meekly nodded at that suggestion.
So I repeated that I would never be willing to be in some kind of male harem.
I was so tempted to launch into an anti-feminist sermon. I really wanted to 'put her straight' about the fraud of feminism and how it had brought more pain and anguish to woman than benefits, but by now I knew that this was a bad move and not the right time.
So I resolved to just make statements of intent- MY intentions .
Jophil," I am saying again. There will be no fanclub for you in which I am a member, never."
She looked pale.
HB," You are so rigid and sure of yourself . Why can't you just soften a bit ? "
Jophil, " What attracted you to me in the first few days?"
HB. " OH I guess it was the way that you just came and 'got' me. You had this 'way' about you - kind of ****y. You almost lifted me out of my chair and carried me on the dance floor..you didn't even ask."
Jophil," Have I changed?"
HB ( grins) " No, you have gotten worse ! "
Jophil," What do you want from me in 25 words ? "
HB, (stumbles and fumbles over her words ...) "Ummmm- not sure really" (She goes silent for half a minute)
HB ( take deep breathe), " Leanne suggested that we stop having sex and that we need to start dating again , first as 'friends'.." ( I hear the intended frame grab buried in this )
Jophil," Yeah, I think that we do have enough for a good friendship WITHOUT ANY OTHER EXPECTATIONS. (stands up and ushers HB to front door). Tell Leanne that being 'just friends' is how i see this working best..
Now, I have to be in a meeting in a half hour..."
Fluff talk at front door.
HB drives away.
jophil28 said:HB came to see me last night to "talk ". (I was in a mood of resignation - 'fix it or finish it ')
She meandered, with little point to the convo, until she said a few interesting things.
Firstly she repeated that Leanne had told her that she might need three other men in her life to fully satisfy all of her needs. Apparently Leanne said this in a 'tongue in cheek" way....I asked HB whether Leanne was encouraging her to recruit three other men because I was not able to 'fulfil' all of them because I was just one mere male in a relationship with an exquisitely sensitive goddess with extensive emotional expectations. I asked her whether Leanne has spoken about this situation in ways that indicated that she believes that HB is 'entitled' to have a man (or men) attend to her.
She sort of meekly nodded at that suggestion.
So I repeated that I would never be willing to be in some kind of male harem.
I was so tempted to launch into an anti-feminist sermon. I really wanted to 'put her straight' about the fraud of feminism and how it had brought more pain and anguish to woman than benefits, but by now I knew that this was a bad move and not the right time.
So I resolved to just make statements of intent- MY intentions .
Jophil," I am saying again. There will be no fanclub for you in which I am a member, never."
She looked pale.
HB," You are so rigid and sure of yourself . Why can't you just soften a bit ? "
Jophil, " What attracted you to me in the first few days?"
HB. " OH I guess it was the way that you just came and 'got' me. You had this 'way' about you - kind of ****y. You almost lifted me out of my chair and carried me on the dance floor..you didn't even ask."
Jophil," Have I changed?"
HB ( grins) " No, you have gotten worse ! "
Jophil," What do you want from me in 25 words ? "
HB, (stumbles and fumbles over her words ...) "Ummmm- not sure really" (She goes silent for half a minute)
HB ( take deep breathe), " Leanne suggested that we stop having sex and that we need to start dating again , first as 'friends'.." ( I hear the intended frame grab buried in this )
Jophil," Yeah, I think that we do have enough for a good friendship WITHOUT ANY OTHER EXPECTATIONS. (stands up and ushers HB to front door). Tell Leanne that being 'just friends' is how i see this working best..
Now, I have to be in a meeting in a half hour..."
Fluff talk at front door.
HB drives away.
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.
This would've been like trying to teach a chimp how to use an ATM machine. You could do it, but do you really want to?jophil28 said:I really wanted to 'put her straight' about the fraud of feminism and how it had brought more pain and anguish to woman than benefits, but by now I knew that this was a bad move and not the right time.
Indeed it has.Rollo Tomassi said:This situation has ceased to be (assuming it ever was) about making a better LTR for you and the HB, and has become a game for both the HB and Leanne to "break the philly's spirit" and saddle him with their authority.
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.
Think about it this way..katatonia said:Why on earth did you agree to being friends?
In Behavioral Psychology (see "Real Psychology") this is called intermittent reinforcement of desired behavior. It is the primary component of Operant Conditioning. In other words, Leanne and her proxy have so little respect for you as a human being that they'll resort to "training" you like an animal.jophil28 said:Then ( I wager) their plan was that HB was going to slowly 'reward " me with some sex IF I 'performed' to their approval. They hoped that I would be so upset at "no sex" that I would capitulate to HB's every whim and want and jump though hoops to 'get some '
uhm, I wonder if counselors follow guidelines from say their studies, ect?? Could this be common advice given to women who are having trouble in relationships?? If so.... crazy.jophil28 said:Think about it this way..
Leanne 'suggested' to HB that she and I should cease having sex and that we should start dating again "as friends" .
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.