dannowillbookem
Master Don Juan
if you tang a girl up her ass, does the awful smell of shiit erupt when you pull out? is your junk shiitted? jw.
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
if you go in the backdoor...
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
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Poop is only in the rectum before and right after a shyt. Find a clean girl and if you really want to be safe make her take an enema.
The dirt hole is a fun hole, but I hate fuking around with lube and having a chick leave lube stains on my bed sheets.
The dirt hole is a fun hole, but I hate fuking around with lube and having a chick leave lube stains on my bed sheets.
Brian20o2
Master Don Juan
That srory is classic!IsiMan84 said:Yes it's nothing like that Tucker Max story.
"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.
Mitch_Mustain
Don Juan
tucker max?