Tha Realnezz
Master Don Juan
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"forget them, let's go have sex."
^That's a good line.Lil' ***** had game.
^That's a good line.Lil' ***** had game.
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.
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.
LOL :crackup:Originally posted by Tha Realnezz
"forget them, let's go have sex."
^That's a good line.Lil' ***** had game.
Scariest confession yet.Originally posted by tosh
I am Tom Cruise.
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.
SO AM I MAN....GOD!!! SO AM I!!!!SynTheUnscathed said:I am obsessed about my looks...![]()
Dude, remember....PEOPLE ARE HERE TO CONFESS...NOT CRITICIZE!!!! AND NO JUDGING.... EVERYONE has something to confess about...EVEN YOU!!!!aolDJ said:T Money: you need help. thats seriously twisted. I'm not trying to offend u but u really have some problems, especially re: porn. That's illegal.
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.
sexualchocolate said:Im afraid to fall in love. So I just pretend that I have genuine feelings for girls and then put them in the friend zone so I can sleep with them without getting my feelings hurt again (which is what brought me to this site). Mean as hell I know but just screwing her before them before they screw me.
It actually works out pretty well b/c I have four girls that call me out of the blue every now and then and come over for sex. And I dont have to go through all the boyfriend crap. I suggest this for those who have relationship issues. Just cant see myself trying to get married as its sure to end in divorce. I also think married people are suckers (sorry). The only love you can trust will be there is family.
I know, I know. Im screwed up
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.
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.