booty-naughtyness-spur
Senior Don Juan
hrm... work just fine from here...
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.
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.
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.
If I saw her in a bar, I'd try and kick her INTO the bed myselfOriginally posted by ( . )( . )
not too shabby booty, i wouldnt kick you outta bed![]()
Who the hell would dump you? Unless you gave him the heave ho... hmm... your single... *pulls out atlas and checks for michigan* too far... and cold...ugh, shrinkage...Originally posted by booty-naughtyness-spur
well, i am back on the market... so if any of ya'll come to michigan...![]()
lol
Can we all come?Originally posted by booty-naughtyness-spur
well, i am back on the market... so if any of ya'll come to michigan...![]()
lol
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Hey, I take offense to that! Although, which one is better: us getting rilled up over your naked pic, or someone like DIESEL posts a pic like that of himself and we start drooling? Atleast you know what guys on here are straight and lay-worthy.Originally posted by booty-naughtyness-spur
none taken jake...
and yeah, it's funny how the afc come crawling out of everyone when there are naked pictures of girls involved. lol
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Originally posted by booty-naughtyness-spur
none taken jake...
and yeah, it's funny how the afc come crawling out of everyone when there are naked pictures of girls involved. lol
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well, i am back on the market... so if any of ya'll come to michigan...
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.
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.