PuroDeAgave
Don Juan
yea man good for you i just hope you stay off the ice.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Were you trying to call the guy brainless?funketekun said:this is what a call brainless
Centaurion said:I can't believe this sh!t has 2000 views.
Anyways, both of us got tested, and we are std negative. I am keeping her around as a party-buddie/FB. She knows alot of the party crowd around here and hooks me up with whatever I need for a very very cheap price. I'm just not riding her bareback anymore.
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.
Centaurion said:I can't believe this sh!t has 2000 views.
Anyways, both of us got tested, and we are std negative. I am keeping her around as a party-buddie/FB. She knows alot of the party crowd around here and hooks me up with whatever I need for a very very cheap price. I'm just not riding her bareback anymore.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
Not really into drugs (AT ALL), but i'd love to spend couple of years care free living the life of sin.Centaurion said:Yeah I'm alive and everything is all dandy.
The 2 years I spent in Oz was the craziest time of my life. I left for Oz after a year in the army, since I felt like getting away from it all and because I wanted to live out my wildest fetishes (which I did btw). During those two years I let my common sense fly out the window and went on a binge, looking for that perfect high. I tried alot of stuff, did alot of stupid sh!t, nailed some incredible hot women and had a blast without a care in the world.
As all things have to come to an end, I realized one day that this wasn't the way I wanted my life to go. So one day I told my girlfriend that I was going out to get some beer, but instead I packed my bags and got on the first plane home, leaving Oz behind me for good. This was a year ago, I'm now studying law and kicking arse on campus. Life is good, I go out and grab the occasional beer, but I stay the hell away from drugs.
All in all, Oz was awesome and I feel like I've purged myself of all the crazy sh!t I always wanted to do.
Was this serious? If so how long had you been together with your girlfriend?So one day I told my girlfriend that I was going out to get some beer, but instead I packed my bags and got on the first plane home, leaving Oz behind me for good.
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.