You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
sexy_kuta said:lol...