Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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 must be it, because it certainly isn't off topic. If so, you have about 1000 other threads to move too.Paradox said:Ha! This is too damn funny for the main discussion board.
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.
I "love" how you guys congratulate me.Paradox said:Ha! This is too damn funny for the main discussion board.
Moved to AE
Good one SamePendo
With a girl that heavy it's not possible to keep ANYTHING in balance...And frankly, he might get better results going with HER gut.Use the UG/FG as practice to keep your game in balance. Remember always...Go with your gut.
Well, there are some guys who will say that you are a better man now because you had sex. It doesn't matter that it was sloppy, grimy, Jabba the Hut, grease stain under the stove, rotten oyster smelling, leaky puss filled boil looking dirty jungle baboon sex. Be sure to add it to your lay count!SamePendo said:I vomited, seriously.
When I was kissing her I held my breath to not smell her open mouth. When we weren't stuck, I blurred my eyes to not to see her, or simply closed them. I kissed her shoulder and it was fvcking salty. And her tits, her tits were like man boobs. I was so horny guys, but now I feel awful. Well, right now I'm better than when I left her. I felt like vomiting when we tongued down, I just stopped kissing her and continued to feel her up while she kissed and tongued my body.
When we were done I spilled water on myself to have an excuse to go and wash the fvck up. But it was fvcking hard, because she licked my ears so there you have me trying to keep quiet while washing my ears.
So after she left I vomit. And start screaming. I screamed so hard. I was disgusted. I put alcohol to clean myself. When I screamed I could smell her breath in mine, so I screamed louder. I drank wine and made gargles (sp?) with it to get rid of her breath. I didn't want to take a bath because I felt that I was going to just spread the smell/nastiness all over my body and would have to spend the day taking a bath.
When I finally felt comfortable taking a bath, I swear to god, I farted and the fart smelt like her, no lie. ///edit: I farted again, and I swear to god, it smells like her.
She didn't smell like fish, she smelt like trash, like ****. I prefer having oneitis than having this. I feel like if I had sex with Jabba the Hut. A friend told me to watch porn and to watch so much to make me believe that I had sex with the one in the porn. But I've got to go to work.
What can I do? How can I neutralize whatever she stuck on me, physically and mentally?
Damn that no masturbation thing. Damn that bulking diet. And believe me, right now I'm on fire, going out with many many women. When I was with the UG I imagined I was with the ones I've been with. I was just very horny. Please help guys.
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.
sexy_kuta said:lol...