booty-naughtyness-spur
Senior Don Juan
hrm... work just fine from here...
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
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.
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
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.
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...
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.
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.