SamTheHobit
Master Don Juan
I would like to know what sighns indicate shes a slut,
i think smoking and tattoos are a big sighn any other ideas?
i think smoking and tattoos are a big sighn any other ideas?
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I lmfao when I read this XDRhoto said:They smell different.
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.
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.
I was right about the smoking and those damn tatoos hahaha this was hilarious though!!azanon said:Here's a reliable guide, Sam: http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/lvg/93704641.html
*nods furiously*Bible_Belt said:All slvts are angry at Daddy.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
haha I was thinking the same thing...not about your girl though.mpimpin said:Great my girlfriend's a slut... I knew that though
edit: also http://roissy.wordpress.com/2008/12/29/its-easy-to-identify-a-slut/So what makes a quality girl? Well, I know what *doesn’t* make a quality girl.
* She has cheated more than three times in her life, or has cheated more than once on the same boyfriend.
* She forgets to say “thank you” when you buy her a drink. Buying her a second drink confirms her ingratitude.
* She dates around. Dating around — specifically, seeing more than one person concurrently — is a prerogative of men only, for reasons having to do with the greater leverage men need to arm themselves with to compete in a dating market that is fundamentally tilted in favor of women. Any girl who makes a habit of dating more than one guy at a time, especially if the parallel dating lasts longer than one month, in order to milk her options is a bad seed. In all my years of banging, one soulsaving thing I’ve learned is to walk away from any girl who I’ve discovered is also dating other men. Even if I beat the competition and win her over, it never ends well.
* She tells you she has a long distance boyfriend she loves, then proceeds to bang you anyway. A few months later, you see her groping a new guy, and she’s still with her boyfriend. (That relationship is doomed.)
* Her default mode is sarcasm, negativity, coarseness, and shamelessness.
* She spends twice as much time getting ready for a house party than she spends getting ready for a date with you.
* She can’t control her impulse to flirt with other men. Double minus points if she does this in your presence.
* She doesn’t seem nervous undressing in front of you the first time.
* She ****s you on a pretense of less than the sum total of an hour of conversation, and calls you the next day worried that your condomless sex might have given her something. (She’s been down this road before.)
* She is proud to be on the pill and considers her dependence on it a carte blanche slut sanctioner instead of a safety net affection fortifier.
* She is cavalier about casual sex.
The last one, by far, is the most important. There are girls in just their slightest mannerisms and looks, that almost cannot be described, give them away as women who've been to more than their share of rodeos.She broaches the subject of sex first.
She suggests kinky sex acts.
She’s neurotic and disagreeable.
She frequently goes commando.
She’s got that crazy, hyper, coked-up look in her eyes.
She shows a lot of cleavage all the time.
She *really* seems to know what she’s doing in bed.
She has an impressive collection of vibrators and admits to wacking off to porn.
She asks you how many women you’ve slept with or accuses you of being a player.
She seems “hard”.
She’s incredibly circumspect or incredibly forthcoming about her past or sex in general.
She’s an artsy type.
She tells you about all the places she’s traveled.
She never has a break between men longer than one week.
You’re tapping her for the first time and she doesn’t remind you to put on a condom.
She never stops **** testing you.
She buys you a lot of gifts.
She’s OK with making out in bars.
She lets you snort coke off her ass.
She’s black. (note: I didn't write this original post)
She has a lot of slutty friends.
Her **** is cavernous.
Your gut tells you she may be a slut.
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.