ERB
Don Juan
looking at the bottom of the forum at the activity counter. I see members, guests and robots. What are robots?
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
Members, guests and robots?
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"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
TheVirtualMind
Master Don Juan
logicallefty
Moderator
Oh sh|t I thought they were sex robots looking for buyers. I guess i need to stop hitting on them and sending them my d|ck pics
backseatjuan
Banned
Ah, the future or robotic sex! I bet there will be hackers in the future, which will hack sex robots, and instead of you fvcking Harmony in her nice silicone pvssy, Harmony will insert carrot in your butt, and piss in your mouth with warm motoroil.
"You'll Never Feel READY to Walk Over"
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.
taiyuu_otoko
Master Don Juan
Imagine the horror stories. You're banging your sex robot, just about to nut, and the hackers make your mom's voice come out of the robot and tell you to take out the trash or something. Or their vajayjay turns into a cheesegrater or something.