I haven't done time, I just always like plowing anus. Trust me, I'll be gentle, I'm a religious man, so we can't use lubricant.bigjohnson said:No thanks. I figured that was what you were after. So where did you do time?
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.
I haven't done time, I just always like plowing anus. Trust me, I'll be gentle, I'm a religious man, so we can't use lubricant.bigjohnson said:No thanks. I figured that was what you were after. So where did you do time?
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.
If she f*cked off everything would of been peachy.ricorico said:Big,
Her job as a bartender is not hired to intervene and try to protect patrons. that's a bouncers job. Her job was simply to serve drinks or to flag people who are too drunk. This little Polish girl intervenved between the cop and a customer the cop had punched . In other words she stepped up to the plate and tried to protect someone else who was getting beat up. She was definately wrong as this guy was 250lbs and she is 115lbs.
I would not raise my hand to help any drunk guys in a bar getting into trouble. But a girl who simply is trying to earn a living by doing her job and attacked in this situation is very different.
I am saying none of the GUYS in the bar thought to protect her. Not even thinking to attack the guy from behind to their advantage. they just let the girl get her ass kicked while they watched. I'm pretty sure since the guy was so drunk he was not as strong as he may have been sober because it seems there was suprisingly "little"damage done to her. But I bet she is thinking really highly of American men now.
She's in charge of the bar. That includes whatever is in her power to maintain order. In this case, that SHOULD have been calling for help. She unwisely stepped in and got pounded. I know you all are feeling a little USA envy, but try not to be as obvious as sparky about it.ricorico said:Her job as a bartender is not hired to ...
You Homo perverted devil!!! Why is your penis getting "hard" due to a man's anus? BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYTCH!!!!!!!!!John_Galt said:Maybe you could bend over and I could stick my rock hard c*ck into your wet pink virgin anus.
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.