backbreaker
Master Don Juan
help me settle an argument. I am trying to tell me you can;'t **** your sister and law. I don't care if she isn't blood. some dudes this this **** is perfectly fine.
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.
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.
"Sister-in-law" generally refers to your brother's wife, not your brother-in-law's sister.PDubb75 said:Hahahaha.... well now I have a related question. What if you want to fvck someone that will probably be your sister-in-law within the next year? My sister is in a serious relationship with a guy, and I would have a field day with his sister. Is that against these "rules" even if it's not legal yet?
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.
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.
At the rate BackBreaker's mental state is devolving, this is coming.bugsquish said:Better than your sister.
I don't know what I have done to piss in your fruit loops or what not, but I don't appreciate the backhand comments you have been making to me in this thread. They are uncalled for. I asked a very what I think is reasonable question. If you don't agree, cool but to call me crazy for asking a question.. I mean dude it's not that unreasonable of a ****ing question, is just not right. You don't call people crazy for not sharing your same morals or points of view. That is very childish and non DJ like. Thinking my sister and law's sister is off limits is not that big of a stretch.KarmaSutra said:At the rate BackBreaker's mental state is devolving, this is coming.
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.
iqqi said:Made me LOL.
BB, if you reread what you you wrote, you might understand Karma's jabs. Your sentences are completely erratic and hard to understand. The first one... you were drunk maybe. But then the next day, you STILL ain't making sense, lol!
When you aren't boozing it up or sucking a glass c0ck, you're a very insightful guy.backbreaker said:help me settle an argument. I am trying to tell me you can;'t **** your sister and law. I don't care if she isn't blood. some dudes this this **** is perfectly fine.
i had been up for a day and a half at that point, i was tired and wrapping up my work that had to be done. sucking a glass ****? seriously?KarmaSutra said:When you aren't boozing it up or sucking a glass c0ck, you're a very insightful guy.
Read your quote through sober eyes and you'll see what I mean.
Sister and law? What the fvck, or better phrased, who the fvck is that? Is that a sister in law enforcement? Is it a sister who works at a pork barbecue joint?
Read your initial post again. Nowhere did you hint, insinuate, or point to your sister-IN-law's sister.
Good to see you again IqqI. Long time...
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.