SELF-MASTERY
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Would you allow your girl to go "around the world" on you?
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.
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.
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.
Thanks BrianBrian20o2 said:lol
He means getting head while she sticks her fingers up your ass. Prostate orgasm...
Oh there are so many jokes in there but I'm going to bite my tongue...Vulpine said:...She was too rough, went too fast, and lube? Grr... what lube? :cuss:....
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.
BLP, this post completely substantiates your handle. Keep it up!Bad_Lil'Pixie said:I have found it seems to be the "cherry on top" of a very nice bl0wjob.
It can have it's proper use, very wet, very shallow, and right on time, can make for a more powerful climax.
No glue on nails, no need to dig for gold, no surprises, just like any other activities, a foreplay or warm up in the general area can help prepare.
It is worth a try, it may add to your experience.
cant think of a user name said:Speaking from a purely hygiene-concerned point of view...
...isn't there some bacteria/germs that naturally live down THAT way, that aren't meant to like, go on your hands and spread to other parts of the body?![]()
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.
Forest through the trees, my man, forest through the trees.Skilla_Staz said:"God, this feels f*cked up. She's got her f*cking finger in my ass. How gay is this??"
Forest through the trees, my man, forest through the trees.DogFashionDisco said:...about how his friend got a rim job by some girl...
Dear god no.DogFashionDisco said:talk about dogs licking peanut butter off their ****s
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.