You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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
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.
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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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?
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.