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.
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.
I sense a case of developing Oneitis happening here…Bro just wear a condom, it's basically the same thing. It doesn't actually leave when you're done though. It's pretty realistic.
I do need to find a girl who's down for anal though. Everytime I put it in, it's like the world becomes mine.
Skyline is going to be posting about this broad on the No Contact Challenge sticky by the end of the week...I sense a developing Oneitis happening here…
Solid HB9 IMO.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Well, I guess all threads go into the crapper sooner or later…You guys want to see the buttocks? It's bubbly... From the back, I swear it look even more real.
I can see deleted posts, you Puner.Well, I guess all threads go into the crapper sooner or later…
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
http://imgur.com/a/vaiTB1 doll 900$, a lifetime of free anal.. priceless.
I wanna see that ass, she looks really real!
I could care less about fappimg but this doll is kind of awesome... it's like having a lego set when you were a kid or a '69 camaro when you're old... Fun toys...People here make a big deal of "not fapping" but think it's no big deal to fvck a rubber doll in the ass... lol... smh
I'm on "only fap to nudity," and that pic gave me wood lol.
Yeah that's it's leg in the first picture too. My favorite position is when they're laying on their stomach and I hit it from the back. Unfortunately, the pvssy entrance is more centered than it is down so I can't really do that.I'm on "only fap to nudity," and that pic gave me wood lol.
Kinda wish I had one![]()
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.
Just out of curiosity, How is the sex with that thing? Would you rate it better than a hooker, but not as good as the real thing?Yeah that's it's leg in the first picture too. My favorite position is when they're laying on their stomach and I hit it from the back. Unfortunately, the pvssy entrance is more centered than it is down so I can't really do that.
1-10, 10 being real, 5 being a stroker, and 1 being my hand... I would say an 9/10. It doesn't moan, doesn't get wet by itself, no facial expressions, and you have to move it. All of the female parts feel slightly less like the real thing. Except the hands and fingers... scary similar...Just out of curiosity, How is the sex with that thing? Would you rate it better than a hooker, but not as good as the real thing?
I find this thread pretty damn amusing lol.
A guy in Boston did exactly that in the carpool land for about a year. They caught him and made him pay a ticket for each of the times he violated the law. It was all over the news haha.Wow, a new plate. Lolz
Just leave her in your car, you can ride the car pool solo.![]()
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.