Vulpine
Master Don Juan
Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
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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.
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.
Ther was absolutely no reason for you to reply to this thread. Dude's doing an interesting field report, it can only help him and the other guys here. You're an embecile troll, looking for attention. Now go and suck on your popsicle.Anomalous said:Whatever you say! I know you want be but I don't swing that way!
Your like my little boy, Vulpine. Come up with something else to get rid of all your stress.
Vulpine said:Your boyfriend giving me a massage would sure relieve a lot of stress.
speed dawg said:Moderators, this asshat "Anomalous" is hijacking a very good thread.
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.
He's not your boyfriend anymore? Ahaha, he totally dumped you for me, didn't he?Anomalous said:Thats not my BF because I don't have one!! Um... I guess you have a boyfriend. Aw so cute Vulpine is all grown up.![]()
Get real!
Vulpine said:Deleting #36-48 would be a nice clean up, but I dunno. A high school kid trying to AMOG me online and getting repeatedly tooled is kinda funny. That's what kids get for flaming in the "Mature Man" forum.
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.
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.
Lol, fat chicks are so disgusting, wtf?!!! EW. :nervous:Vulpine said:On the way back, she ducked into the bushes and started to take a p!ss right in plain view of me: silly fatties and their antics.
fatty: *squats*
V: "Nice. Looks like you need a shave. Don't forget to wipe... oh, my bad, drip dry."
fatty: "Whatever, shut up. I had to go."
V: "You couldn't have waited? We aren't even 300 yards away!"
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.