MrCode
Senior Don Juan
Others have flamed you enough, so I'll just say that since you've gotten rid of the Big V you should now try to learn how to have sex with women who don't require payment for it.
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.
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.
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.
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .one question. was she loose?
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.
Yeah. My story will be, "I'll never forget my first time . . . I had to give up my cellphone money and it was turned off for a month."Originally posted by DJSmooth
I agree. Give him a break, he's celebrating. Fair enough, not much DJing, but this adds a whole new meaning to 'you never forget your first time'
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.Originally posted by sfalexi
Wel;l, she told ME that she doesn't ever get laid so she was happy that I was there to **** her, but I'm starting to think that she may have been lying . . .
And I'm glad I could help, Icy.
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 was being sarcastic. It's hard to do over the internet without facial expressions/tones of voice. I pretty much figured that everything she was telling me was just business (everything from "I don't get laid very often" to "This is such a big ****, I bet you keep the ladies satisfied", etc. etc. etc.Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
You're starting to "think" she was lying. The girl is a ****ing hooker man. Do the math (assuming you can at all). Wake up.
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.