SELF-MASTERY
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Would you allow your girl to go "around the world" on you?
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
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.
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:....
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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?![]()
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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
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.