bigjohnson
Master Don Juan
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As far as I'm concerned the strippers are the smart ones inside a strip club. They're getting paid a lot for almost nothing. .....
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.
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.
I went to one near my house and since I was thinking with my ****...I could not help myself. A lap dance cost $20.00 and then you can go to the VIP room for around $200.00.Bible_Belt said:Damn, I gotta go to a strip club! :crackup: Is that what those "vip" rooms are for? Has anyone else seen that, where you get to jizz on the strippers? I did not know that existed.
hahahah.Bible_Belt said:Of course, after you bust one, you are like WTF...what a waste of money.
lol, just like a traditional date.
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.
There also used to be a rooftop club/bar in Key West with topless bartenders. Guys and girls as customers, probably more girls. Never seen anything like that before.kingwilliam said:There is a great strip club in Key West..............pretty crazy place... very welcoming to touch
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.
This is why alot of women strip. They are not buying into the whole "my body is a temple" ideology, and see how crazy men get over boobies, and so they make that money. Just like the guy ^^^ who strips.joekerr31 said:i bet most strippers are thinking to themselves "this is just plain nuts. i can't believe these guys are willing to give me a ton of money just to look at my t*ts."
MacAvoy said:18 yrs old: hometown (Ontario legal age 19) raunchy stip club is having feature dancers from out of town, me & friends go have a good time, me & best friend go back 2nd night, stripper says to my best friend while I'm in the washroom, I can never get Macavoy to touch me while I'm dancing. I get the hint, get private dance, take her home, she's doin rails in my washroom before I rail her. Go back one more night by myself, she comes back to my place but asks if we can just get a bite to eat.
Did you nail them without paying though? That's the question.MacAvoy said:3 years ago, living crazy lifestyle, me & 2 cousins are in Toronto strip club, meet 2 strippers they met a few weeks ago in Ottawa, we tell them where we are staying, they get a room there too. We also leave for a while but tell them we'll meet them back at midnight and hook up later. We take them back to our rooms and have a gangbang.
You're supposed to tip?!speed dawg said:. Then the dude's didn't tip.
I didn't pay a dime in either of the 2 quoted scenarios.edger said:Did you nail them without paying though? That's the question.
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.
If they were they hot/attractive, then thumbs upMacAvoy said:I didn't pay a dime in either of the 2 quoted scenarios.
Count as actually having won.bigjohnson said:Count for what?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.