dustmuffin
Master Don Juan
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Texting with a HB 9 and challenged her to a wrestling match. I think she is up for it. She works out. So I will keep you updated. Lots of banter ect.
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.
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.
Its a done deal. She said she would punch Kevin the ball sack because I called her granny. Then I said I would twist her nipple off. This could evolve into some really hot sex.Cool stuff brother. This always ends well.
Thanks for the tips.Yes it could. But it also could not.
Play your cards right. Don't be too eager / needy, be playful, tease her, and turn her on with your masculinity.
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.
don't forget to make a video, and upload it to youporn, if that ever happens...
don't forget to make a video, and upload it to youporn, if that ever happens...
I have a midget fetish...love those sausage fingers.....sent one final text before she left. Told her she was getting old and I had changed. I was no longer an ass hole. ....she replied prove it and she was gonna throat punch me for the old joke with an lol....ah true love....she is taking a trip around the world. I might go around the world when she gets back.do you have a wrestling fetish or something? why wouldnt you just invite her over...though wrestling is a good physical ice breaker i suppose, but i don't see why go that route unless it's a fetish. just make it fun, tickle her and stuff
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.
I have had a sinus infection since last week. So it might be a while. I haven't been to work for a week. I have been taking steroids and an antibiotic. I will start up the banter again probably Wednesday.
___________Update: she has left on an overseas trip. Will be gone for a month.