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Bud_Fox
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If a woman gave you a blow job, but you didn't have sex with her does she still count as one of your sexual partners?
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.
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.
Exactly!ChrizZ said:yes.
According to the OPL (Official Players League) *******s count as one.
Bondage counts as two points.
Virgin is three points.
Sleeping with your best friends mom is four points.
and ... the legendary "Dirty Sanchez" is the bullseye of the players league.
Do you want it to count as one of your sexual partners?Bud_Fox said:If a woman gave you a blow job, but you didn't have sex with her does she still count as one of your sexual partners?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Bud_Fox said:If a woman gave you a blow job, but you didn't have sex with her does she still count as one of your sexual partners?
Bud_Fox said:If a woman gave you a blow job, but you didn't have sex with her does she still count as one of your sexual partners?
Count *for what?*Vlad the Impaler said:What if you dry hump and you bust a nut. Does that count?
mrRuckus said:This number of girls thing is completely artificial and there is no official tally or rules governing it.
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.
Post of the day, right here.Bible_Belt said:Women's formula:
Actual number of sex acts, minus bl0wjobs, minus handjobs, minus any ONS, minus anything that happened in a bar parking lot, minus threesomes and other girls, minus any relationship that lasted less than a month, and then rounded down to the nearest ten...so as not to seem like a slvt.
Men's formula:
Actual number of sex acts, plus everything that women minus, plus every time that you think you could've, but didn't, then rounded up to the nearest ten...so as to feel like a stud.