Last night, I was out rock climbing with a meet up group, and one guy arrived with two babes so I thought that was great for him. A few hours later the two babes put a rope around the guys neck for pictures. I really felt sad for this guy to let himself be treated like a dog. I can't think of any dj accepting this s1ht
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
This was so sad
- Thread starter DropZone3
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"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
Iceberg
Master Don Juan
Loosen up, man. Sounds like a group of people having fun. Not everything has to be about trying to be John Wayne.
Iceberg
Master Don Juan
I couldn't imagine James Bond joining a Don Juan Discussion Forum and complaining about other guys either. Yet here we are.DropZone3 said:
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
SandHawk
Master Don Juan
Dear Kitty,
Today I went rock climbing with a meet up group of people. I had great fun, climbed some rocks, smiled a lot too. Except when I bumped my knee into a rock because it hurt a little. It took the smile off my face for a bit, but after forgetting the pain, it came right back!
There was this dude there too, and he had 2 girls with him. I bet he's banging them both, and that made me so jealous! Especially when I saw them laugh together all the time and they were taking fun pictures with rope around his neck. That made me quite angry, because I would've loved to be on a rope with those two girls and them laughing with me. So I pity the guy as a natural protection scheme and think he's a sad sad loser without game.
I am going to bed now, weep a little because that guy is probably f*cking those girls right now.
Love,
DropZone3
Today I went rock climbing with a meet up group of people. I had great fun, climbed some rocks, smiled a lot too. Except when I bumped my knee into a rock because it hurt a little. It took the smile off my face for a bit, but after forgetting the pain, it came right back!
There was this dude there too, and he had 2 girls with him. I bet he's banging them both, and that made me so jealous! Especially when I saw them laugh together all the time and they were taking fun pictures with rope around his neck. That made me quite angry, because I would've loved to be on a rope with those two girls and them laughing with me. So I pity the guy as a natural protection scheme and think he's a sad sad loser without game.
I am going to bed now, weep a little because that guy is probably f*cking those girls right now.
Love,
DropZone3