Wait, why you in there with Fist!?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
You'd be in some serious trouble when you found out that I'm already in the linen closet.
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.
Wait, why you in there with Fist!?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
You'd be in some serious trouble when you found out that I'm already in the linen closet.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Wait... why is Fist in your linen closet?Originally posted by penkitten
what are you doing in the linen closet?
eternal is going in because fist is already there....
didnt you know fist and eternal are always in there ? like a secret passage way....Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Wait... why is Fist in your linen closet?
haha
I didn't know that... I guess we'll have to go play someplace else then.Originally posted by penkitten
didnt you know fist and eternal are always in there ? like a secret passage way....
Wait, I missed this? Not on my life... penkitten's been waiting months now for me to post pictures of her naked in my room - if both you and Eternal don't mind giving us some privacy, I'll continue giving the kind members of this forum more wanking material.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
I didn't know that... I guess we'll have to go play someplace else then.![]()
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
I'm afraid I'll have something to say about all that.Originally posted by diablo
Wait, I missed this? Not on my life... penkitten's been waiting months now for me to post pictures of her naked in my room - if both you and Eternal don't mind giving us some privacy, I'll continue giving the kind members of this forum more wanking material.![]()
gio, you told me you werent going to show those pictures to anyone !!Originally posted by diablo
Wait, I missed this? Not on my life... penkitten's been waiting months now for me to post pictures of her naked in my room - if both you and Eternal don't mind giving us some privacy, I'll continue giving the kind members of this forum more wanking material.![]()
They are safely locked away. Believe me, if I'd given diablo those pictures, he'd have them posted from here to the end of the universe by now.Originally posted by penkitten
gio, you told me you werent going to show those pictures to anyone !!
* storms out *
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.