KarmaSutra
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MacAvoy said:Or you can always go with the Vanilla Ice look and shave 3 lines.
:nervous:
Logistically that would scare the sh!t out of me.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
MacAvoy said:Or you can always go with the Vanilla Ice look and shave 3 lines.
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.
Magma said::crackup:
Thunder, you provide some doozies on here. Thanks for the laughs! Keep 'em coming, I'm going to need a new sig at some point!
:crackup:ThunderMaverick said:Howabout this? I shave my hair (lower pubic part, right before the c0ck) into the pattern of a circle. When me and my girl 69 she can wrap her mouth around an exclamation point!
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.
Magma said::crackup:
Not bad, not bad. What about this?
Give yourself a nut mullet! Go bald all the way around and let your boys grow a beard!
Fantastic!ThunderMaverick said:The mullet thing sounds more like a goa T or something. Howabout a Hitler Mustache?
Oohh!! Shave your pubes into the shape of devil horns. Then tell your girl:
"Get ready to meet the C0CK FROM HELL!"
Yeah I would be afraid to do that.Magma said:Yeah, I guess to make the c0ck mullet, you would have to shave everything except the TAINT. And that is bold.
We could call it the "Billy Gibbons" !!!ThunderMaverick said:Yeah I would be afraid to do that.
Not looking to sport the ZZtop look anytime soon.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
This is priceless. Ugh, the visual just won't go away.Señor Fingers said:What about some nutty dreadlocks? You could get fancy and tie rubber bands into them, or braid them up and get a weave.. maybe even tie them into Princess Leia buns.. the possibilities are endless!
Perhaps this is an untapped market - hair products for your unmentionables. Here are some potential brand names:
• Genitell
• Pubex
• CountryCrotch
• Scrotang
• Mufflon
Someone write this down. We are sitting on MILLIONS here!
Señor Fingers said:What about some nutty dreadlocks? You could get fancy and tie rubber bands into them, or braid them up and get a weave.. maybe even tie them into Princess Leia buns.. the possibilities are endless!
Perhaps this is an untapped market - hair products for your unmentionables. Here are some potential brand names:
• Genitell
• Pubex
• CountryCrotch
• Scrotang
• Mufflon
Someone write this down. We are sitting on MILLIONS here!
If I had really grown it all out, I'd be bringing the 80's back right now with some Jerry Curls.ThunderMaverick said:BTW Fingers, you trim?
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.
Señor Fingers said:If I had really grown it all out, I'd be bringing the 80's back right now with some Jerry Curls.
That's right, the drippy kind.
You can laugh all you like but I have a strong suspicion that nothing says loving like some Soul Glow down below.![]()
Do you have arthritis? If not, I think you'll be ok.MacAvoy said:I can't believe you guys actually shave your nut sacks. Their far to precious for me to move a raser against them.
:nervous:ThunderMaverick said:*sigh* Guys, don't pour rubbing alcohol on your d!ck.
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.