comic_relief
Master Don Juan
Why won't skip troll a site like that?!?
*shivers*
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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.
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.
could you handle a hippo? I sure as hell couldn't! I do a neghit and she eats me :nervous:ExploringOne said::shudders: Hippos complaining that many men can't handle them... wtf has this world come to...
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.
never again.Vulpine said:Well, live and let live. Good for them for being "happy". I can't relate, however. I did the fat thing and was very unhappy.
damn, I guess we've taken the wrong approach to "Health and Fitness".Weightgain
Discussion on fattening, growing, feeding, eating, progress reports and sightings.
Ewwww!!! Fatty Fuzzy Navel Sex... Ewwwww!!!RedPill said:Well hey, there is one thing that fat women and only fat women are good for, and that's navel sex.![]()
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.
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.
Sure I can. I'd neg hit her with something her size - here honey, just stand on these train tracks, and the beutician will make you beautiful.comic_relief said:could you handle a hippo? I sure as hell couldn't! I do a neghit and she eats me :nervous:
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Seriously WHAT THE FU<K?am 5"7 195ibs, 34 years old wondering when I should start to see fat to roll over my jeans? my goal 250ibs . am over what the fat diet cal. on this site says on intake . i trying to gain 10 ibs a mounth. just wondering ? thanks
Ok, i'm extremely angry now, i'm going to kick a sh!tstorm up about this.A bit to thin for my taste but you are still a sexy womwn
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.