You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
eminence said:i just did a few hours ago for the first time and I left my white tshirt on while i was ****ing her doggy, it looked like i fvcking murdered someone.
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.
Sure, I can see your point of view. But, if the sex is good and she wants to fvck; i'll do it. Its all personal preference.typical said:Holy crap are you guys that depraved of sex to do ya women while shes on rags ? Man yuck !
On the other hand most girls (well most girls with any sort of class) wont let you anywhere near her during those 3-5 days. Show a little self control you cant be that desperate for some action could you ?
BUT if you must do it then do it in the shower keeps everything nice and clean.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
A real man doesn't have to worry about getting tested for HIV.Any type of blood play is a loaded gun these days. How do you know the last guy who buried a pool in her didn't drop any infection in there, festering for some damned fool to come along and fvck her on her period? Your friend is an idiot if he or you believe this. If you don't have the goddamned patience to forego the pvssy for 4-5 days a month you're weak and childish.Fuglydude said:I don't normally do it, but have done it in the past...as one of my buddies says...a real man isn't afraid to get a bitta blood on his cack!
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Yeah years ago on my old bed..xdreamz said:ok how many people still have bloodspots on their bed...?
*raises hand*
As far as this topic goes though, I'm with typical. Tried it, and its just downright nasty. Its either fresh blood red and it looks like you tried to murder her, or its been a few days and its that dried brown color that stinks and sticks to your wang.typical said:Holy crap are you guys that depraved of sex to do ya women while shes on rags ? Man yuck !
haha i chuckled when i read this.xdreamz said:ok how many people still have bloodspots on their bed...?
*raises hand*
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.