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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I only tasted it, once, and that was as a child.Porky said:
grinder said:You know what the "real" Dj's will say though (and this is mean): "Bitach, if your half the pimp you say your are then your b*tches are wiping your ass and bringing your supper...just lay there and let them suplicate to you...".
:crackup: Funniest thing I've read in days!SELF-MASTERY said:Cripple sex is alot of work and I would not suggest it because my one good leg is really tired/ weak.
LOL that cracked me upTitanium said:With the proper flow velocity, you should be able to p*ss out the window.
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.
Let see, we've got:SELF-MASTERY said:Hey I had sex while crippled, and there are guys on here with two good legs that don't know what a naked woman looks like. Cripple sex is alot of work and I would not suggest it because my one good leg is really tired/ weak.
Ever heard of hopping?SELF-MASTERY said:I fked up my ankle over the weekend and I'm stuck at home sitting on my ass, can't drive my manual shift car, I have to crawl up and down the stairs, last night i had to piss in a bottle because I couldn't hop to the bathroom, then I dropped my piss bottle on the floor and had to throw baking sodaa on it to keep it from stinking. fk this + I have what feels like the flu. This is my best week ever.
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i've been hopping around the house all week, but now i just roll in my office chair. I should be back in action in a few days... I have cabin fever.....MetalFortress said:Ever heard of hopping?