You promised you wouldn't tell anyone on here I said I'd help you paint your house! You owe me alright...now you have to babysit ALL of the kids instead of just one! :trouble: :crackup:Francisco d'Anconia said:*** snicker ***
Sorry guys. I just had an uncontrollable urge to create a noob-like thread.
BTW, yes; a woman did offer this to me. Yes; I accepted and she tells me that I "owe her big."
I think I'll show her my "O" face...
"OHhhhh..."
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
If a woman offers to help you paint your house does that mean that she likes you?
- Thread starter Francisco d'Anconia
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“The 22 Psychological Triggers That Make Women Chase You… Starting Tonight”
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Francisco d'Anconia said:Too late, this one has already asked (jokingly I hope) if I'd want a room mate.
Oh crap...I better retract my joke in my last post or people will think I was being serious, lol.
*note to everyone* I did NOT offer to help paint his house...
That's what I get for not reading the whole thread before posting, lol.
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Or nepotism????Nighthawk said:
Bevo
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I paint my room once a month to have sex that way
its a great way to get to know each other being busy, moving around and most of all there is not the expectations, that otherwise would make her feel too nervious
at one point some larger blob of paint may drop between her boobs, but she easily can clean that off
its a great way to get to know each other being busy, moving around and most of all there is not the expectations, that otherwise would make her feel too nervious
at one point some larger blob of paint may drop between her boobs, but she easily can clean that off
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Oh, I almost forgot my painter C+F. Always make jokes about caulking. "I know how to handle MY caulk, how bout you?" etc. "Before we paint, we gotta fill every hole up with something."
A little side story:
I was on a side job for my buddy at this hot milfs house. My boss said I would get a $150 bonus if I nailed the chick. While I was prepping the house, I laid on those lines. The day we painted, milf was sunbathing, slipping titty and ass shots at me, talking about sex. I hung out till late drinking wine with her. If here kids werent around, I definitily would have hit it. We made a deal, that if I painted a couple bathroom walls red for her later, she was gonna cook me a huge dinner, with massages. Then the next day, My boss and her got in the hugest fight, over personal matters, and ruined my chance. Bummer.
A little side story:
I was on a side job for my buddy at this hot milfs house. My boss said I would get a $150 bonus if I nailed the chick. While I was prepping the house, I laid on those lines. The day we painted, milf was sunbathing, slipping titty and ass shots at me, talking about sex. I hung out till late drinking wine with her. If here kids werent around, I definitily would have hit it. We made a deal, that if I painted a couple bathroom walls red for her later, she was gonna cook me a huge dinner, with massages. Then the next day, My boss and her got in the hugest fight, over personal matters, and ruined my chance. Bummer.
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Somebody save me... PLEAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!Wyldfire said:
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Cow pie mine field, don'cha think?Wyldfire said:
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
C'mon, y'know you can't eat just.... Whoops....Oxide said:
(*Shaddup Francisco*)
“The 22 Rules That Turned Me From Invisible to Irresistible With Women… Starting Tonight”
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Personal matters? Was he trying to hit it too?woods said:
Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Oh yeah here's an update.
I'm mostly moved but have some odds and ends left. Got help from this other woman and go some things done after moving stuff in both our cars and ending really late night no help to the snow storm. We had a good time, both of us looking a bit less than normally presentable and somehow she ended up wearing a couple of articles of myclothing (I'm not saying which, use your imagination to amuse yourself).
Since there's a bit left to move we had a good time, she offered to help me after work for the next couple of days. Why not, I'm not the kind to look a gift horse in the mouth; besides, she's been paying for dinner.
So I'm feeling pretty good, tired but good. This morning I get up and stumble into the bathroom and shuffle through various grooming paraphernalia looking for my shaver (unbeknownst to me lady friend has unpacked my grooming gear and organized it rather well, gotta thank her properly for that).
In the drawer I reach for my toothbrush and pick up a an electronic sonic toothbrush and try to think back to when I had packed it because I can not remember using it in any recent weeks. Then reality hits me. IT'S NOT MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!! :nervous:
And so the saga begins....
I'm mostly moved but have some odds and ends left. Got help from this other woman and go some things done after moving stuff in both our cars and ending really late night no help to the snow storm. We had a good time, both of us looking a bit less than normally presentable and somehow she ended up wearing a couple of articles of myclothing (I'm not saying which, use your imagination to amuse yourself).
Since there's a bit left to move we had a good time, she offered to help me after work for the next couple of days. Why not, I'm not the kind to look a gift horse in the mouth; besides, she's been paying for dinner.
So I'm feeling pretty good, tired but good. This morning I get up and stumble into the bathroom and shuffle through various grooming paraphernalia looking for my shaver (unbeknownst to me lady friend has unpacked my grooming gear and organized it rather well, gotta thank her properly for that).
In the drawer I reach for my toothbrush and pick up a an electronic sonic toothbrush and try to think back to when I had packed it because I can not remember using it in any recent weeks. Then reality hits me. IT'S NOT MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!! :nervous:
And so the saga begins....
spider_007
Master Don Juan
you think it was hers????
maybe she expected to stay the night???
did she??
come on, you can't leave us hanging like this
maybe she expected to stay the night???
did she??
come on, you can't leave us hanging like this