MacAvoy
Banned
What's a pig roast?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.
Centaurion said:For those who don't know :
Double penetration = one c*ck in the vagina, one c*ck in the ass
I've had a threesome with a dude and a girl. We fvcked her 50 ways to sunday and back. It's not gay/bi as long as you don't touch the other guy.
That's it really. I wanted to try it out once. It has never happened again, and will not happen again in the future. :nono: But I've had numerous mff encounters, and will most likely have them in the future as well.joekerr31 said:to be honest, i think the guys particpating in this kind of behavior don't think its gay or bi. i think they are simply living out a porno fetish fantasy they have.
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.
Centaurion said:I don't consider myself gay/bi. I'm not aroused by other men, I don't like looking at naked men. I don't give a damn if a guy is gay/bi as long as they don't get in my personal space..
Btw, I do greek on women and women have given me rimjobs...does that make me gay/bi?![]()
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.
That reminds me of Forrest Gump "I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's Eve party, Lieutenant Dan. She tastes like cigarettes."ThunderMaverick said:Ahh Gawd! I can't stand bad breath and B.O. and stinky pu$$y either!!
I guess my sense of smell is like Wolverine's because any small amount of bad breath or B.O OR ass that comes my way I can totally taste it! *throws up*
There's nothing worse than that putrid, wet ashtray breath on a chick. On ANYONE for that matter.MacAvoy said:That reminds me of Forrest Gump "I'm sorry I ruined your New Year's Eve party, Lieutenant Dan. She tastes like cigarettes."
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.
40 nsgs??? Something's wrong with her--- and you, if you respond to such!!!MacAvoy said:... She separated from husband about 9 months ago, has a 2 yr old son.
Now she's constantly sending me txt msgs, up to 40 a day,