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.
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 sense a case of developing Oneitis happening here…Bro just wear a condom, it's basically the same thing. It doesn't actually leave when you're done though. It's pretty realistic.
I do need to find a girl who's down for anal though. Everytime I put it in, it's like the world becomes mine.
Skyline is going to be posting about this broad on the No Contact Challenge sticky by the end of the week...I sense a developing Oneitis happening here…
Solid HB9 IMO.
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.
Well, I guess all threads go into the crapper sooner or later…You guys want to see the buttocks? It's bubbly... From the back, I swear it look even more real.
I can see deleted posts, you Puner.Well, I guess all threads go into the crapper sooner or later…
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.
http://imgur.com/a/vaiTB1 doll 900$, a lifetime of free anal.. priceless.
I wanna see that ass, she looks really real!
I could care less about fappimg but this doll is kind of awesome... it's like having a lego set when you were a kid or a '69 camaro when you're old... Fun toys...People here make a big deal of "not fapping" but think it's no big deal to fvck a rubber doll in the ass... lol... smh
I'm on "only fap to nudity," and that pic gave me wood lol.
Yeah that's it's leg in the first picture too. My favorite position is when they're laying on their stomach and I hit it from the back. Unfortunately, the pvssy entrance is more centered than it is down so I can't really do that.I'm on "only fap to nudity," and that pic gave me wood lol.
Kinda wish I had one![]()
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.
Just out of curiosity, How is the sex with that thing? Would you rate it better than a hooker, but not as good as the real thing?Yeah that's it's leg in the first picture too. My favorite position is when they're laying on their stomach and I hit it from the back. Unfortunately, the pvssy entrance is more centered than it is down so I can't really do that.
1-10, 10 being real, 5 being a stroker, and 1 being my hand... I would say an 9/10. It doesn't moan, doesn't get wet by itself, no facial expressions, and you have to move it. All of the female parts feel slightly less like the real thing. Except the hands and fingers... scary similar...Just out of curiosity, How is the sex with that thing? Would you rate it better than a hooker, but not as good as the real thing?
I find this thread pretty damn amusing lol.
A guy in Boston did exactly that in the carpool land for about a year. They caught him and made him pay a ticket for each of the times he violated the law. It was all over the news haha.Wow, a new plate. Lolz
Just leave her in your car, you can ride the car pool solo.![]()
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.