"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
fvcked hb8 in bathroom at work
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"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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lizardking82
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
I didn't approach because they were kind of pre-occupied with each other.
So at the end of the night - closing time - I go out to smoke and she's standing there. I ask her for a lighter. Then I commend her: "You look quite civilized. Where do you work? At a bank or something?"
She tells me she works in a handbag store or something. I say "oh that's nice, my mom is into handbags and shoes and stuff. And fur coats. Anyways you and your friend there are the 2 best chicks in this place."
So then she says thank you and tells me how she likes my muscles, says that a nice muscular upper back, muscular chest and delts is really sexy on a man.
So we went inside and she introduced me to her friend. I was sort of tired so I said: "So tell me something.... I'm interested in..... both of you." She responds: "Hey we're going home together you know", to which I reply: "Lol wtf I didn't even ask you anything". But we loled.
Anyways the girl took my hand and did a little twirl so we ended up hugging. Then we started making out. I asked her for her number cuz it was closing time.
I took her phone as per my new protocol, call myself, and get her to text me a message. Mission accomplished, I figure. Thought I'd reached end game.
She goes to the bathroom. I go to the other end of the bar (close to the girls bathroom coincidentally). She comes back out. Goes to her friend. Then goes back into the bathroom, but before she goes in, she unzips her pants (the zipper was on the side) showing me her naked hip and asscheek, and says: "I need to use the bathroom". Well, you don't need to tell me what that means. So I join her. We go in the bathroom. She actually pulls down her panties and sits down to take a piss in front of me. I'm thinking to myself: lol crazy *****. So I actually tell her that "gek wijf" in dutch which kind of means something like crazy *****. Then I proceed to making out with her. When she was done pissing she wiped her vag, then I fingered her, she took off my pants and sucked on my d*ck, then she turned around and I fvcked her doggy. (let me remind you during this whole entire seduction was during closing time lol so there wasn't even any music or anything).
The very same second her friend came knocking on the door for her to come out, I was shootin a load, half into her pvssy, some on the floor, some on her leg. Was a quicky but I finished right on time.
So that was it. I exited the bathroom stall, greeted my colleagues and asked for a beer. Had myself a cigarette and just chilled out, lol.
No protection but I whatsapped her and it turns out she's on the pill.
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Risking your job for a woman. Trusting a woman is telling you the truth about birth control or her sexual health.
This is not likely to end well.
"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
No but she's on the pill. In the whatsapp convo she said she didnt think anything happened at all. I told her to go to the pharmacy. Then she said she was on the pill and blocked me in whatsapp lol.
So it's over, was just a ONS.
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When you said this it made me think of one I pulled once. This was back in 2007-2008, somewhere in there. Back in my heavy drinking', plate spinning, and partying days. I think I posted this story several years ago here on SS:
Back at a previous job my boss and I were really good friends. Best friends even. One time he made a smartazz comment to me that he was gonna bring his GF in the office and fvck on my desk. So what did LL do? The office was located right on a strip in a downtown area with a lot of bars and partying going on. How convenient. So one weekend I took a chick into the office after a heavy night at the bars and I really DID have sex on the boss's desk. Then first thing Monday morning I told him all about it. Show him exactly where my bare azz was sitting and gave him every grave detail of it all. lmfao I've never seen anyone go get cleaning supplies and frantically clean anything like that in my life! He scrubbed that damn desk 100x better than hospital operating room standards!!
"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
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blind_one
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It is a numbers game, sometimes you just need to be the right man in the right time and place
, not downplaying OPs adventures of course.
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We were never worried she was on the pill or not
We were actually talking about disease.... the ones that comes from sex
Pleasant stuff.... some last longer than a ONS or a pregnant women
But congrats for the lay
Drunk and on coke I think.
True but my game has improved a bit cuz I'm watching a lot of RSD tyler's video's. Authenticity game + frame control = good outcome.It is a numbers game, sometimes you just need to be the right man in the right time and place
She was talking to dudes all night btw and that's why she was so ****faced. My colleague said that they were buying her drinks all night.
Then I came in and she wanted my cawk more than theirs so I gave it to her.
xD
PS: Concerning STD's, sure u never know. Suppose it's about time I get myself checked out. But she was a HB8 blonde dutch girl with money right. So STD chances are low imo. Worth rawdogging.
Still about time for a checkup though.
NSX-R
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"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.