Mike32ct
Master Don Juan
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Welcome back Slickster.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
I can relate. I dont fap, sometimes shag a girl below my standards, just to free up some space in my ball sack. Needs to come out somehow.I fvcked her that night and I felt a little gross doing it (the main thing is the smokers breath and voice can't stand that), she had a nice pvssy though her being way too overweight for my standards. I've had worse about 9 years ago I'd say but that was a 3-some. Anyway, I fvcked her long and hard and almost raw, just nibbling around her lips, but never going in full monty, slipped on the Crown rubber I brought and went to town. I'm still feeling the horrible effects of having fvcked her almost 2 weeks ago. Do I regret it? eh, nah, it was an experience though bad, I mean she Loved me and wants to continue hooking up, but I ignore of course. She'd be decent if she lost weight even still she's hard rode I don't want her. She was poor as fvck run down apartment not much furniture nothing nice too total mismatch but I was horny. It just shows one more experience of what I do NOT want in a woman, but I got laid nonetheless, and apparently she was clean cause as I feel/look really fine several days later. I almost went in her raw though, but my larger brain took over and said it's not worth it. With a slim hot chick it would have been of course to go a little further, but still I need to catch myself and wrap it up always. I need to get in touch with other girls reunite, girls I know.
Been telling the truth. If she dosent like the answer..then it saves us both a lot of time.I know this subject has been covered on the Don Juan forums countless times, but today I have a couple fishies on my line and one of em has asked this question. She works at 7-Eleven, just got off work. She's a hoe through and through, but late 20s so I let it slide. Sorta overweight, nose ring nice eyes fvcked up teeth good cheeks and face, long curls hair blonde, tats. So we are back n' forth, while she's at work and I'm running around a track at a high school in the blazing sun trying to beat my times (1.5 mile is getting worse! than a few weeks before haha but at least I'm out there doing it). She's very much laughing at our banter and I can tell she's DTF. So I go to the grocery store afterwards and pick up my usually greens apples watermelon bananas meat, get back to my F-250 and start texting her again in response to 3 from her and one of em is about work. I beat around the bush, you know, how were are supposed to do and make up something crazy off-the-wall (that just CAN'T be true) and she laughs of course, but then she persists and asks again what do you do? I just texted back that her getting off early in the day rocks (kinda sexually if you think about it - can mean both ways) and then that it is stable for 13 years and I'd rather not talk about my work as it's "top secret." That's the best I could think of to avoid her knowing where I work (too soon! I mean, I don't even know this b!tch...it's ok that I know where she works in a slum job but it's NOT ok for her to know where 'I' work about 10X higher value if you do the math). It's NOT ok. We can talk about 'fairness' all we want, but it's not ok. If she was on equal footing pay-wise or a little less, then I'd tell her.
Now, I've got another hoe lined up for tonight, but she's a single mom, tatted, a tad overweight as well, but What Can I Do? That's ALL I can get at the moment. The Well is DRY. The river's run dry. I need a fvck! BAD. But I'm afraid I might pick up something from one of these hoes. I'm AMAZED that I haven't caught any herpes from kissing the 30-40% trashy women I've kissed over the years. I must have a good immune system, knock on wood. Yes, I am dumpster-divin.
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.
You tell her you have you’re own business. When she asks what, you tell her you’re a CEO within fast food industry. Then, when time is right (a few months in) introduce her to your hotdog stand.I know this subject has been covered on the Don Juan forums countless times, but today I have a couple fishies on my line and one of em has asked this question. She works at 7-Eleven, just got off work. She's a hoe through and through, but late 20s so I let it slide. Sorta overweight, nose ring nice eyes fvcked up teeth good cheeks and face, long curls hair blonde, tats. So we are back n' forth, while she's at work and I'm running around a track at a high school in the blazing sun trying to beat my times (1.5 mile is getting worse! than a few weeks before haha but at least I'm out there doing it). She's very much laughing at our banter and I can tell she's DTF. So I go to the grocery store afterwards and pick up my usually greens apples watermelon bananas meat, get back to my F-250 and start texting her again in response to 3 from her and one of em is about work. I beat around the bush, you know, how were are supposed to do and make up something crazy off-the-wall (that just CAN'T be true) and she laughs of course, but then she persists and asks again what do you do? I just texted back that her getting off early in the day rocks (kinda sexually if you think about it - can mean both ways) and then that it is stable for 13 years and I'd rather not talk about my work as it's "top secret." That's the best I could think of to avoid her knowing where I work (too soon! I mean, I don't even know this b!tch...it's ok that I know where she works in a slum job but it's NOT ok for her to know where 'I' work about 10X higher value if you do the math). It's NOT ok. We can talk about 'fairness' all we want, but it's not ok. If she was on equal footing pay-wise or a little less, then I'd tell her.
Now, I've got another hoe lined up for tonight, but she's a single mom, tatted, a tad overweight as well, but What Can I Do? That's ALL I can get at the moment. The Well is DRY. The river's run dry. I need a fvck! BAD. But I'm afraid I might pick up something from one of these hoes. I'm AMAZED that I haven't caught any herpes from kissing the 30-40% trashy women I've kissed over the years. I must have a good immune system, knock on wood. Yes, I am dumpster-divin.
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.
What if she says...”okey, let’s be serious and honest to each other, I don’t like immaturity in men”"Hitman by day, stripper by night. No rest for the weary..."
Can't date a woman with no sense of humor so I'd let her bore someone else to death.What if she says...”okey, let’s be serious and honest to each other, I don’t like immaturity in men”
But that is not what I asked...what do you reply?Can't date a woman with no sense of humor so I'd let her bore someone else to death.
You don't. You laugh and move the conversation in a direction you're interested in.But that is not what I asked...what do you reply?
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.