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.
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.
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.
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:....
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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?![]()
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.
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
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.