comic_relief
Master Don Juan
Why won't skip troll a site like that?!?
*shivers*
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*shivers*
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She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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...
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.
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.![]()
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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
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.