Solomon
Master Don Juan
"2 years ago I was brutually raped by a man who had beef with a cousin of mine. And he gave me gential herpes. Its cool if you want to not talk but please b nice"

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 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.
Ask if her herpes are currently in submission. If they are, DEFINITELY be nice.Solomon said:"2 years ago I was brutually raped by a man who had beef with a cousin of mine. And he gave me gential herpes. Its cool if you want to not talk but please b nice"
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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.
This. There was probably no rape. She just wants an excuse why having herpes isn't her fault. At least she's telling you up front. I bet most girls don't.betheman said:"thats sounds awful, what did the police do?"
if you get the " I didnt report it" line then she has been f cking around and caught the herp barebacking some dog
if there was court action then approve , give your sympathies and tell her you dont have intimate relationshups with girls who have the herp..unless you do!
Well at least she told you before you invested time in her.Solomon said:"2 years ago I was brutually raped by a man who had beef with a cousin of mine. And he gave me gential herpes. Its cool if you want to not talk but please b nice"
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That was the most awesome thing you've said on this message board. You should retire immediately and quit while you're ahead.sylvester the cat said:Just invite her out for dinner or something. BUt wherever you take her make sure they don't serve beef.
Nothing I didn't pres charges. I had been assaulted 2 times before and no one bleived me/ I lived in a ****ed up little town back homebetheman said:"thats sounds awful, what did the police do?"
if you get the " I didnt report it" line then she has been f cking around and caught the herp barebacking some dog
if there was court action then approve , give your sympathies and tell her you dont have intimate relationshups with girls who have the herp..unless you do!
Hahaha.Solomon said:Nothing I didn't pres charges. I had been assaulted 2 times before and no one bleived me/ I lived in a ****ed up little town back home
that was her response
I'd imagine that it can't be any better or worse than the skanks I might pick up at a club on a weekend night. But I haven't given it deep thought.@Iceberg--it makes me worried on how many women on pof online sites got the herp. THis is my second time this year dealing with this. And guys wonder why im so cirtical about online dating
If your chances of getting herpes go up like that
no thanks
:nervous:
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's bad, but I would be "If the man had a beef with your cousin, why did he rape you?"Solomon said:"2 years ago I was brutually raped by a man who had beef with a cousin of mine. And he gave me gential herpes. Its cool if you want to not talk but please b nice"
Solomon said:honestly Iceberg and Co
I'm glad this broad told me this beforehand, she actually seemned cool, we were suppose to meet up tommrrow and go out and do something drinking, guess that won't be happening
Dman101 said:she just looks soo good to me, I"m super attracted to her and she actually likes me too and we were having sex for 6 months
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.
Solomon said:"2 years ago I was brutually raped by a man who had beef with a cousin of mine. And he gave me gential herpes. Its cool if you want to not talk but please b nice"
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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.