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Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.