http://www.breitbart.com/article.php?id=D8VBB9D00&show_article=1
beware of those americanized hoes.
more reason to just Next them all.
beware of those americanized hoes.
more reason to just Next them all.
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
LOL even if you marry a virgin eventually she will cheat on you and wouldnt you have to be a virgin too to make it equally safe until infidelity time comes around?Luke Skywalker said:It's actually says 1/2 of black girls teens have stds of some form.
Obviously, this is the price or consequence of something. People should make an informed decision if they want to catch an std, seeing there is a 50/50 chance you'll catch one if you engage in sex. Just flip a coin, heads - you got it, tails, you got lucky this time but may catch it next time. Fun eh? Russian roulette.
Unless you marry a virgin who never cheats on you, there's always a risk of catching an STD, since the wife can catch an std from someone else if she cheats, or may catch an std from someone if she's not a virgin. So, I don't think this is limited to hoes since lots of people who may not be hoes have had some sort of pre-maritial sex.
Everybody on here knows I'm a virgin, I'm going to be the 32 year old virgin on here in a few days.DonGorgon said:LOL even if you marry a virgin eventually she will cheat on you and wouldnt you have to be a virgin too to make it equally safe until infidelity time comes around?
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.
Luke Skywalker said:I'm going to be the 32 year old virgin on here in a few days.
Like I said, maybe you got lucky, but there are lots of people who aren't as lucky, as the stats will show, or it would be like 1 in 100, rather than 1 in 4 or 1 in 2. Chances like that still sound like russian roulette.Bible_Belt said:What std do I have? I probably would test positive for hpv, just guessing even though I never had a wart, and a law student girlfriend I almost married gave me molluscum contagiousum last year. It's like a painless little zit on your d!ck - not the end of the world.
I'm not scared of dying as much as what the premise of dying is. If I die, for example, to save a kid from being run over by a bus and risk my life to do that it's one thing, but risking your life for selfish fleeting pleasure is another, because you are in the wrong side of the fence.Bible_belt said:Why are you scared of dying, Luke? imho, Christians should not fear death, if you are confident about what comes afterward. This is why I wanted you to get a motorcycle. Some risk taking behavior would be good for you.
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.
I am not avoiding serious relationships because of that, in fact, nobody that I know (and like and is up to standard) wants to have a relationship with me so that has nothing to do with that discussion.The Inside Man said:Luke we just want to see you enjoy the awesomeness of sex. Real sex, not a casual, drunk, or only physical "selfish fleeting pleasure". With a woman that you care about and have feelings for. It makes it 100 times better... Good for you that you're avoiding a lifetime of casual sex. But why are you avoiding serious relationships, or sex between two people who really like each other? Don't convince yourself its not worth it.
TheInsideMan said:You can't catch STDs through anything less than direct mucousal membrane or genital contact anyway, as told to me by my primary physician, so your last point is irrelevant. Don't let the shock tactics, guilt, or fear of your upbringing or the extremists of Christianity keep you from one of the best experiences, if not the best, life has to offer. And I say that as a Christian.
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.