mrgoodstuff
Master Don Juan
Epidemic of BV due to increased promiscuity with lower condom use.
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.
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.
It can be terrible.Was going at it with one chick, she had a dress on and I pulled her panties down. We were against the fridge and it was the most putrid smell. I tried to brush it off but then got another whiff of it, made me want to vomit. So then i asked her, do you have something spoiled in your fridge? Killed my drove.
Fast forward got home and while eating ice cream I wanted to see if the smell was on my fingers...:I dry heaved it was that bad.
Just awful.
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.
Lol i wonder if they ignore their own stench due to cognitive dissonance. Ive asked this question to female coworkers. They said every woman is aware of their smell. They are constantly paranoid about it. So woma. With a smelly snatch is purposely in denial.Was going at it with one chick, she had a dress on and I pulled her panties down. We were against the fridge and it was the most putrid smell. I tried to brush it off but then got another whiff of it, made me want to vomit. So then i asked her, do you have something spoiled in your fridge? Killed my drove.
Fast forward got home and while eating ice cream I wanted to see if the smell was on my fingers...:I dry heaved it was that bad.
Just awful.
Incompatible with their scentSoooo...a smelly coochie is red flag now?
Good idea!![]()
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.
I myself specialize in amateur gynecology on a charity basis and on demand…If any ladies are reading, I do yearly inspections. Please PM me for my going rate and scheduling.
I'll share my technique on this. During foreplay, I'll finger them and then put my hand on her boob afterwards and start licking her nipples but at the same time I'm smelling my finger that was just in her snatch too to see if it's safe or not. It's very slick and covert.Always good to do a little scratch and sniff test on your finger before you eat the taco to make sure the meat is fresh!!
Lemme guess, certain scents just don't work with you.I'll share my technique on this. During foreplay, I'll finger them and then put my hand on her boob afterwards and start licking her nipples but at the same time I'm smelling my finger that was just in her snatch too to see if it's safe or not. It's very slick and covert.LOL
You know, medically, this is BS... Right? Yea, multiple sex partners can be a sign, but there are other issues which cause BV. However, sperm can, in theory, lower the php in the vaginal fluid. Thus, in theory, the flora changes and the bad bacteria over takes the good bacteria; which causes that horrid smell. The female then has to take antibotics to kill all of the bacteria and help the body promote good bacteria. It could also be from a sh itty diet, not exercising, not showering, dousing up there, etc.One of the listed causes for bacterial vaginosus is multiple sex partners. Also sex without condoms. I’ve heard that the sperm from the two Chads who blew their loads in there can have a chemical reaction and cause BV. A buddy of mine calls it the “fighting sperm”. He and I met after sharing a common ex and were talking about her stanky snatch.
Always good to do a little scratch and sniff test on your finger before you eat the taco to make sure the meat is fresh!!
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.
Yep, nothing will make a man sicker than chowing down on a bad taco from the wrong food truck…Not into eating anymore. I've lost the interest. Too much bacteria down there for my mouth's liking.
I’ve had women ask “How the h3ll can you eat that?” And then later swallow 12oz of my giz and make me ask the same question.. Scientifically speaking giz probably has less bacteria and is more pure but I don’t know that’s not my area of expertise. I just know that I enjoy eating the puzzy quite, quite a lot.Yep, nothing will make a man sicker than chowing down on a bad taco from the wrong food truck…
Lmfao
I personally understand your passion. Lust has no boundaries …I just know that I enjoy eating the puzzy quite, quite a lot.
Just make sure, as you munch, you consider all those lovely bacteria entering your throat. If she had HPV, which 99% of the population does, you can, in theory have a Michael Douglas issue.Yep, nothing will make a man sicker than chowing down on a bad taco from the wrong food truck…
Lmfao
You know, it's medically impossible to ejaculate 12 oz of semen after a single climax. Even if you were in the top 5% of ejaculators who have hyperspermia, you'd only be able to ejaculate approx. around .2 - .3 oz max.I’ve had women ask “How the h3ll can you eat that?” And then later swallow 12oz of my giz and make me ask the same question.. Scientifically speaking giz probably has less bacteria and is more pure but I don’t know that’s not my area of expertise. I just know that I enjoy eating the puzzy quite, quite a lot.
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.