"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Check out my new myspace ho!
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"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
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.
oakraiderz2
Master Don Juan
oakraiderz2
Master Don Juan
the girlSpartibus said:
"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Are you serious. She is one of those starving asian types. She needs to gain weight in her arms and legs. But as for the belly fat she probably has a child and your her next chump.Thugo said:
Watch and see. She will start playing you and trying to land you as her babies daddy.
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There is an inside joke going on here - DJ cod3r showed a pic of his girl yesterday and Thugo got a copy of it (in the link)and now is dissing Cod3r by making this thread!CraigMack said:
Yeah player - I heard your show!!
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
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http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=115206
Cod3r I'm sawwy.. we love youuuu! come baaaaaack!
Last Man Standing said:
Huntin LastMan like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthaf@cka like a trophy on my shelf,
F#ck the promo nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first hour to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a post that I wrote,
Count how many posts I smoked,
Thugo's is dope, my battlin' average higher than most,
When I'm on the posts, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Thugo, Must be a hoax,
LastMan? No, the great white hope?
What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the f@ck is the matter with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 T-logo, neon blue,
The most theatrical battle of all time,
I rip posters like you, you know the call sign,
Killa cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm postin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're energetically inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to process one of my posts,
You got to rewind every one of my lines,
Do you know how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can foreshadow my posts,
Figuratively the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my lyrical quotes,
they show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off strong automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of clay mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, analyze the words,
It's like observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd posts, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it,
And write in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can look at it,
Huh?, what the f@ck is that whack ****?
“The 22 Rules That Flip the Script With Women… And How You Can Use Them Tonight”
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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Yo Yo Yo
It's the R to the E to the X Man
Failing AFC's like Exams Ya expelled
Why they gotta lie about sex? hell
If you tryin hard that's enough on Rex Scale
Pimpin is easy, say something simple and cheesy
Damn it's easy, you don't need a Lamborghini
Or Hampton places, all you need is ample chases
3 seconds to talk, no seconds to walk
apoligize to ya D!ck if you jackin it off
Black or white, don't matter if you acting right
cuz the lights gone be off in the sack tonight
Look ya best, best yet, best ya look
And get some more extras cuz Rex will get your extras took
:box:
Rex Man
Knows he has to answer the questions
your probaly not advanced enough to ask
Super advanced, faculty man, chairman of curriculum class
85% never pass, 10% smile and 5% dont even laugh
When the chalks in my hand and I'm drawin up graphs
I present the contingency plan to the top grads
They probably think I'm on speed I'm talkin so fast
The body of the post is smooth, like body in bath
It's more explosive than a meth lab blast
My symmetrical shockwave shatter glass
As my U 2 35 post hits critical mass
Apocalypse now, lyrical posts blow everything off the map, aircrafts crash--
CDC's in the streets passin out gas masks
Gorgeous women thank me for the oxygen tank
Baby, the chevrons on my arms will tell you my rank
Maybe I'll become another casualty in the field
They'll ingrave my tombstone with the mask of steel
The best posts in the world couldn't rival my skill
It's like pourin a coup of water on a million beached whales
The french is speakin basics, i should re-interate this
We rise to great heights by winding staircases!
LA_Chico
Senior Don Juan
"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.