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.
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.
Gangster Of Love said:Everyone here rambling about a bunch of drama and getting all moral, yet Kerpal just stated a fact of life.
Everyone has HPV, has had it, or is about to have it; the only way of guaranteeing you wont is if you and your partner have never had sex with anybody else. There is no test for men, and even if there was, MOST people don't show symptoms.
Most people DO NOT develop warts, and most women who test positive for HPV on a pap smear test, eventually clear the virus to the point where it no longer keeps showing up on tests.
If you have had sex with anybody who's not a virgin, or has had sex with somebody else who is not a virgin, then you have been exposed to it and most likely gotten it. MOST WOMEN YOU HAVE SEX WITH HAVE IT, and DON'T KNOW THEY DO. The only reason this one mentioned it to the OP is because she actually knows she has/had it, due to a positive pap smear and/or warts, and actually had the decency to tell you about it, knowing you'd get all judgmental, even though YOU ALSO HAVE/HAD IT AT ONE POINT.
As somebody mentioned already, be glad it wasn't HIV, and more important, what the hell are you putting it in bareback?
There is a lot of good info on this site regarding hpv and other std's. Here's one post to help you relax a little, hopefully, and dude, wrap it, don't be a dumbass!
http://www.medhelp.org/posts/STDs/Qusstions-for-Dr-HHH-Please---HPV/show/1093766
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.
CantTouchMyStyle said::cuss: :cuss: and stuck my **** in your pvssy in the morning bareback.
And Chicks in the Ukraine don't have HPV @ all right Winston?BigJimbo said:HPV laughs in the face of safe sex! Date virgins or face the possibility that your "lesser half" will end up looking like the face of a 14 year old boy with acne. Seriously. HPV is no laughing matter.
The guys who don't think it is a big thing are the same dudes who enjoy thick older females who have kids. They tend to drive compact cars that have tires that are more expensive than the car itself! A good night is a single mother and pot. They like visiting New Orleans and Vegas. Love the bars that i.d. anything under 35. They define America in 2010. Not my style.
Bareback feels so much better.Pimp-sicle said:And who's fault is this????
You make it sound like you brought out an army to fight off her advances to go in raw dog.... hardly the case.
Be smart next time, you'll be fine.
PIMP
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.
He got HPV a long time ago, when he started having sex with non-virgins.SharinganUser said:So you got HPV? Almost everyone has it or is going to get it, as has been already stated. A buddy of mine(age 26) is fathering two kids with two different women, neither of whom he is in a relationship with. Think about that.
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.
:crackup: +1ChalengeGuyFan said:Dudes, dudes! Nearly everyone has HPV? Really?
Is this the conclusion of an American doctor who, as a result of his place of belonging, forgets that the world stretches beyond the borders of the US of A?
I recommend setting up a freakin' quarantine over your nation!
you might try it over the entire world.ChalengeGuyFan said:Dudes, dudes! Nearly everyone has HPV? Really?
Is this the conclusion of an American doctor who, as a result of his place of belonging, forgets that the world stretches beyond the borders of the US of A?
I recommend setting up a freakin' quarantine over your nation!
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.