Poonani Maker
Master Don Juan
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- Apr 29, 2007
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I KNOW I am. 24 yr old blonde/blue eyes, petite, just how I like them.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
So what steps are you taking to change that?Nygard said:Theres only three things for sure every morning I wake up :
The sun is going to rise.
The sun is going to set.
I'm not getting laid.
Yeah, there's your answer.
Opening the vodka bottle, putting it into my mouth, drinking it and trying something out. It raises confidence.So what steps are you taking to change that?
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.
Hahahah:crackup:teagan said:Does it count if I had her naked but couldn't do anything cause alcohol made my guy only stand half mast?
I don't know. If you can't sex her properly and feel sexed yourself properly, you know, "the Rush" and anticipation of touching and fondling, feeling her jiggly breasts, then you're not getting laid. Sex is sex. If she's into you and you into her, then you got laid, but it can't just be kissing, it must be all clothes off and body against body and not necessarily penetration, but there must be fingering and/or rubbing of the pvss outside her panties and her juicing your hand through her panties. All this I experienced last night + penetration.teagan said:Does it count if I had her naked but couldn't do anything cause alcohol made my guy only stand half mast?
What's sad is that you can't take the posts for what they're worth, that is, to spin plates. I called 5 girls before the redhead agreed to have me over. All the others were either busy or didn't answer.Bluntmaster said:Damn, 34 years old and still feel the need to brag to a bunch of AFC's on Sosuave.
Pretty sad.
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.
Poonani Maker said:What's sad is that you can't take the posts for what they're worth, that is, to spin plates. I called 5 girls before the redhead agreed to have me over. All the others were either busy or didn't answer.
All I know is my d!ck and whole body felt fantastic afterwards as it does right now. This great feeling or "afterglow" will stay with me almost a whole week until I bang some other chick next week. That's all that matters. I don't think I want to ever get married.Bluntmaster said:But you ended up banging some white trash slut with red bumps on her p/ssy and you think that's something to be proud of.
Well I mean, I know how it works. We ran around the bases a few times but it all ended up with me staring at my **** wanting to backhand him for not doing his duty. And she was so impatient, she wouldn't wait an hour or two for me to sober up a little. Unfortunately for her too, my hangover got the best of me in the morning.Poonani Maker said:I don't know. If you can't sex her properly and feel sexed yourself properly, you know, "the Rush" and anticipation of touching and fondling, feeling her jiggly breasts, then you're not getting laid. Sex is sex. If she's into you and you into her, then you got laid, but it can't just be kissing, it must be all clothes off and body against body and not necessarily penetration, but there must be fingering and/or rubbing of the pvss outside her panties and her juicing your hand through her panties.
Poonani Maker said:All I know is my d!ck and whole body felt fantastic afterwards as it does right now. This great feeling or "afterglow" will stay with me almost a whole week until I bang some other chick next week. That's all that matters. I don't think I want to ever get married.
Lol, ouch! ouch!Bluntmaster said:But you ended up banging some white trash slut with red bumps on her p/ssy and you think that's something to be proud of.
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.