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Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
Assault?This was literal assault.
Seeking me out in private the way you did was literal assault. I don’t know you, you sound legitimately psychotic, and it’s beyond uncomfortable.Assault?
All I did was tell you off.
I never threatened you in any way.
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.
I was upset you got my thread closed.Seeking me out in private the way you did was literal assault. I don’t know you, you sound legitimately psychotic, and it’s beyond uncomfortable.
Yeah, probabilities of this being the case are at least as strong as the likelihood that Taylor Swift is even more narcissistic than the typical pop starPerhaps I really have ASPD.
Just make sure you drop your location before you bounce, I know tons of guys in high level law enforcement that would love the drop on a creep like youEven better, perhaps a mod should just delete this thread and ban me.
It's become clear my time on this forum has run its course.
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.
And your tenure here has been a lucid, dusturbing snapshot of the sorry shape so many "men" in Post-Industrial Nations are in these days... I seriously hope your current shrink can get through to youIt's become clear my time on this forum has run its course.
If you come for the king, you best not miss.I was upset you got my thread closed.
Since I couldn't reply to you on the thread, DM was the logical next step.
This isn't the first forum where I've sent an angry DM.
Perhaps I really have ASPD.
I like it here. It’s one of my favorite websites. It keeps me grounded.If you come for the king, you best not miss.