That kind of porn turns me off actually. After watching those, I won't be looking for sexLets say you're binge watching gang bang porn where women get pissed on, spit on, and all that other good stuff.
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.
That kind of porn turns me off actually. After watching those, I won't be looking for sexLets say you're binge watching gang bang porn where women get pissed on, spit on, and all that other good stuff.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
An Ex-had me send her videos of me fapping.I only watch masturbation vids made by my lovers.
Yikes!Lets say you're binge watching gang bang porn where women get pissed on, spit on, and all that other good stuff.
No lie, lately porn got more and more extreme. I'm talking front page on the hubs, no niche searches.Yikes!
yes.And you sent her masturbation videos?
Are you a submissive?
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.
It was my Zoomer GF and she was horny. She wanted a booty call at 3 am. I was tired & had to get up for work. She said she’d finger herself and wanted a vid of my J&Vking off.ok
I wouldn't send anyone a masturbation video, no matter how many vids she sends me.
That is precisely why OF makes more sense (when I was an actice subscriber and user in the past). Normally no extreme stuff, no homo or trans either along the mix of hub thumbs on the first page.No lie, lately porn got more and more extreme. I'm talking front page on the hubs, no niche searches.
I sent a couple of pics to two OF women. That is my "anyone". There is something very personal about sending those types pics or videos out. You do get an ego boost.ok
I wouldn't send anyone a masturbation video, no matter how many vids she sends me.
To girls you know. Who ask for them. And who have already seen your junk. It’s no big deal.I sent a couple of pics to two OF women. That is my "anyone". There is something very personal about sending those types pics or videos out. You do get an ego boost.
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.
You have way more exposure to women then I do so that is not a fair statement.Sounds like a fragile ego to need a boost from sending wank vids.
Okay, you are on ignore.Life isn't fair. Deal with it.
Thank you for writing this.Now looking back, I invested way too much into women, or to be exact: the pursuit of women.
While there's no denying the pleasure of the act, however, as I was driving back to my work this morning after banging this cute pilates teacher, I was thinking about this thread and got a revelation at the same time: The sexual pleasure, for the sake of sex, is not worth it after all.
I had to call in sick for this morning just so I could bang this chick. I came twice. I ate her pvssy like a thirsty kid eating watermelons in a hot summer day. So what? I got no discipline. I let myself consumed by pvssy (for a few hours of course). For what?
Nothing.
The pleasure of sex is not long term. It was never meant to be. I never felt as much satisfied banging chicks as hiking with my buddies, or completing an online course for something I truly like to do.
Now looking back, all the time and money and energy (both physical and mental) that I invested into women and the pursuit of sexual experiences with women could have been used to make myself way better than I am now.
OP, again, hats off to you. This thread is even way more important than you could have imagined.
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.
look up the website and book your brain on porn.No lie, lately porn got more and more extreme. I'm talking front page on the hubs, no niche searches.
Vanilla missionary to doggy is played out. Meanwhile it does SOMETHING to your brain, right? You are what you consume.
The only "good" thing about it is it might have an RP element to the fact you see that SHE is apparently willing to go much much further than YOU...but ..yeah..NO
I would be FAR from HAPPY having a virtual GF or jerking myself into oblivion. I NEVER accepted that.Sexual discipline is one if the most important things to have nowadays.
Especially in this environment where a man can satisfy his every need through virtual reality. You can buy an online gf and "be satisfied ". You can jerk yourself into oblivion and "be happy" . You're one search away from whatever satisfies you. It takes HUGE discipline to ignore that rabbithole.
Sexual discipline is the ONLY way to get that egde over women. Its strips them from their main power: the p00sy. Eliminate that and see what's left.
Sexual discipline will give you more time, and focus on the things you actually should be doing in order to yield the results you want. Its like taking two steps back in order to make four steps forward.
Everything you do that keeps you sexually hostage is obviously a no go: watching porn, paying for porn, paying for prostitutes, lusting after everything with a hole in it.
Your thoughts, gents?
Agree. I've had sex roughly every day since febuary. Those women in yoga pants and bras dont have the same affect on me anymore. I'm sure my GF keeps me satisfied so that my eyes don't wander. Women are very clever.I think guys who get laid regularly automatically place a lower value on it and guys who don't place a higher value on it.
Simple supply and demand, nothing more.
Those that have none want it badly and those that have plenty place little value on it. No different than anything else in life
I don't fap, so i would sleep with a lot of women that were below my standards.Thats why sexual discipline is probably the end boss of The Game.
Think about it: all it takes is a bra and some yoga pants to lure you in. But what does it takes to lure her in? The one wearing the bra and yoga pants?
Sexual discipline is the most difficult part of the game. To find a way to take advantage of your surplus of testosterone, but to yet never let it lead you.
Brownie point for you.I don't fap, so i would sleep with a lot of women that were below my standards.
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.