Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
Ooh, a whopping 15%! Would this mean the other 85% were turned off?A recent survey by Parenting Magazine found that “choreplay,” i.e., husbands pitching in around the house, was what put 15 percent of moms in the mood.
Hahaa!!:crackup: :crackup: Priceless.Quiksilver said:Does flushing the toilet after you take a dump have the same affect?
Good lord...
:crackup: :crackup:rollo tomassi said:You know, I've been married for 11.5 years now and in that time, on occasion, I've performed many domestic duties for no other reason than it was a necessity. I have changed my daughter's diaper, I have cleaned toilets, I've done laundry, I've vacuumed, etc. However, in 11.5 years never have I had my wife be consumed with an uncontrollable lust to give me a spontaneous blow job or pin me down on the kitchen floor, tear my pants of and ride me to glory after my having put away the dishes. Neither have I ever heard the words, "damn, you looked so hot ironing my blouse yesterday, ƒuck me, ƒuck ME!!" proceed from her lips while in the throes of passion.
Oddly enough I find Martinis seem to prompt this behavior, but I'm having trouble finding articles on the Today website outlining this phenomenon.Colossus said:doing the dishes to help out or some other household chore that needs to be done is not going to melt women's panties and induce massive bl0wjobs.
Yea, any time I have been molested at one of my parties it wasn't when I was tidying up, I'll tell you that.Rollo Tomassi said:Oddly enough I find Martinis seem to prompt this behavior, but I'm having trouble finding articles on the Today website outlining this phenomenon.
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.
You had these two girls hanging all over you and you didn't bang them? What's the matter with you STR8, you don't have the balls to seal the deal.STR8UP said:but it was interesting to note that things really heated up when she was standing at the bar and saw two other girls hanging on me at the same time. I could feel her watching the whole thing play out, and eventually she cam over and made a comment about this being why I don't have a g/f. Don't know exactly what she meant, but I know she was getting amped up seeing other women around me.
If I want to come off as attractive I'll stick with displaying social value and lubricating things with a couple of stiff drinks, thank you.
LOLMacAvoy said:You had these two girls hanging all over you and you didn't bang them? What's the matter with you STR8, you don't have the balls to seal the deal.
BAHAHAAA
haha iqqi I beat you to it
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
MacAvoy said:STR8UP, now I see why everyone baits you, because you bite everytime. I was just doing it
1) to either prevent iqqi & co. from doing it
or
(2) to make further fun of her & your bashers if they do go on their usual rant.
There's no need to explain yourself, you know what works for you. Or maybe your just bored with work like me and need a release.
Ha I thought the same thing.ketostix said:I thought the title meant someone wash your smelly hoo-hoo for ya.
Off today actually.MacAvoy said:STR8UP, now I see why everyone baits you, because you bite everytime. I was just doing it
1) to either prevent iqqi & co. from doing it
or
(2) to make further fun of her & your bashers if they do go on their usual rant.
There's no need to explain yourself, you know what works for you. Or maybe your just bored with work like me and need a release.
Well, I wouldn't go that far, but the rest, yes. I chopped up some trees in the backyard once and after I got done, I was drinking some water and the gf just came outside and sucked me off, sweaty balls and everything.Señor Fingers said:It seems I am at my most irresistible in a utility belt and a wife beater.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
I do them. I live alone. Makes no sense for me to stack a pile of dishes...and wait for the dish washer. I wash my dishes as I use them. Trying to keep my place orderly.joekerr31 said:who the h*ll does the dishes now a days? doesn't everyone have a dish washer?
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.