MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 30, 2006
- Messages
- 12,716
- Reaction score
- 5,137
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.
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.
Yeah, this is too much. It’s also a sad reflection of current males, as her boyfriend just accepts that she’s going to **** the world around. No sense of self-respect. None of it is great for society I believe.What has this world come to...Sad.
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.
The entire system would shut her down.If she was a man i think she would be already in jail
Not much better if she skinny and that nasty.Eew...fat and nasty. Who would want to?
Yes, I remember that character!\Reminds me of the character in Boogie Nights whose w hore of a wife was always having sex everywhere with every one until her husband snaps at a party. Awful.
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.
Yes. That’s more sex than a porn star has, and they get regular testing…Reminds me of the character in Boogie Nights whose w hore of a wife was always having sex everywhere with every one until her husband snaps at a party. Awful.
Scary to the point of serious public health concern.
I think, we're already there.We are headed to hell in a hand basket. Seriously.
The whole matter-of-fact way that she was screwing everything in sight was portrayed very well in the movie.Yes. That’s more sex than a porn star has, and they get regular testing…
Btw, don’t go on about Nina Hartley like that, she’s a professional playing a part she knows very well… lmao
Yep, you get a pro for the part, they know what the game is. They live it.The whole matter-of-fact way that she was screwing everything in sight was portrayed very well in the movie.
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.