She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
After the conversation in tinder didn't lead anywhere I just decided to boast about how much ***** I was slaying (3 girls in 36 hours). Then she became aroused and told me she likes it rough (real rough), so I told her to msg my number.How did this come abour?
I suppose it will be. Sunday I find out.If there's anything she doesn't want to do, is that written into the contract?
Iq below 83 is retardation. Just how low are you?Ask me anything
Mods remove this filth from my thread if you would be so kind. Otherwise close the thread entirely. Because the quality of this forum has degraded to such a level that I think I have outgrown it now.Iq below 83 is retardation. Just how low are you?
**** is illegal meaning, she's a victim, and you got rapey and abusive/violent.
Wake up dumb dumb. Signs a contract. Do you date single mom's too?
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.
So this is all her idea then?I suppose it will be. Sunday I find out.
Indeed, this is all new to me, I will admit. But it's an honour to be given such a responsibility.So this is all her idea then?
I guess it's true when they say that subs top from the bottom.
Mods remove this filth from my thread if you would be so kind. Otherwise close the thread entirely. Because the quality of this forum has degraded to such a level that I think I have outgrown it now.
Idk much about those sub/dom
But sure look like fun, any scenario you or she have in mind?
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.
Man im From Canada ofc ik about Ghomeshi he was all over the new for a few monthIt's illegal in many states. Therefore, it's retarded. Weed use to be illegal in every state too but...
The problem is we live in a victimhood society of girl power. The situation is as follows, she enjoys the sex, the experiences, and you are liable if **** goes tits up.
Google search jion ghmeshi. Liberal cuck that pandered to women and victim culture. Then, he was accused of sexual accusations. Dude is a piece of **** but women colluded, lied under oath, and he was acquitted. He lost his job, had his life ruined, and the only thing that was evident was that, cratered SMV rages when man fifty is banging out top form SMV. Also, cratered SMV can't get the ring.
Know the laws in wherever you live. Even then, a woman cries foul, you will never come out without getting banged out and trashed.
I live in fvcking Amsterdam you retard.If **** is illegal, you have written out a contract in a #metoo era, what happens when she cried foul?
Again the US Army has stated that below 83 (retarded) they won't take you on nor issue you a gun due to being liability to oneself and others.
https://vdare.com/posts/almost-100-...aren-t-smart-enough-to-enlist-in-the-military
You mad?

Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
If you have a contract, you are legally binding oneself for jail time. By participating, she should be guilty but in Western society, women will play their victim card.Man im From Canada ofc ik about Ghomeshi he was all over the new for a few month
Best thing is to record everything i guess
But got to say that i find a Contract a bit weird but again idk anything about that stuff
If you have a contract, you are legally binding oneself for jail time. By participating, she should be guilty but in Western society, women will play their victim card.
If you recall the case, despite being acquitted, the women paraded out of court, and acted like she's getting a award. No lying despite under oath and falsified testimony. It's similar with false accusations.
DdJ on RMG said men need to sue into the stone age. I concur.
I find it very interesting plz more info when its happensAlso, let me inform you that I am doing this for her as this is apparently a psychological need for her. It's a great responsibility which I am hoping to deal with wisely and consistently.
I'm pretty certain that a **** contract is not legally binding. A woman can always accuse you of rape, she doesn't need a contract to do that. Anyway, that's worst case scenario, and if we were all that pessimistic, no one would ever have sex, ever. More likely, she just wants to live out her 50 Shades fantasy.If you have a contract, you are legally binding oneself for jail time.
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.