my parents enjoy giving me money.djtdot said:You are a student and you have hundreds to blow on a stripper:crazy: . How?? Tell me!
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.
my parents enjoy giving me money.djtdot said:You are a student and you have hundreds to blow on a stripper:crazy: . How?? Tell me!
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.
Nah, sorry guy, but I'm afraid it's your ignorance that's a laugh.Espi said:Your ignorance cracks me up, Mr. Belividere.
Espi said:There's no honor, and there's no dignity in stripping
Say's the educated teacher.Espi said:but see, the difference between me and the the pitiful, wretched stripper
Actually, no we wouldn'tYou should all be happy that women are promiscuous, cause if they weren't, we'd be f*cked
Was that a typo? I'd say cocaine is shit.BTW Cocaine is the sh!t.
Hah, comical. You're telling me you would pass up the opportunity to bang 3 different hot chix per week if you had the chance? I think not. So, if you would be sexually promiscous, why can't women? Us guys do it all the time.SinJester said:Oh thank god for those women that fvck a different guy every night. What would we be without them?
...probably STD free.
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.
It's a joke. I've had those very same issues because of chronic use, I know how bad it is. It destroys dopamine neurotransmitters (the reward chemical). Any drug that floods a certain chemical such as dopamine or steretonin will then make it much harder to raise those chemicals again after the intial flood.Bonhomme said:Was that a typo? I'd say cocaine is shit.
It destroys mood-elevating neurotransmitter function permanently. Everyone I've known who was a "user" had serious depression issues.
Spot on.MrLuvr said:Burn the number.
Giving well paying customers their phone number is Stripping 101.
At this point, unless proven otherwise, all she sees you as is $$$$.
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.
I wish to have a parent to give me money to blow on strippers.... "Hey amoka, take this 500. When you get down to showgirlz down the street , make sure you touch their tiddy before giving them 100"luv2spwg said:my parents enjoy giving me money.