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Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.