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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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*
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.