So I went out with my buddies and met this HB8 chick, got her number. Only thing is that she wanted my number too, so I pretty much just told her to give me her number and I'll call her phone right now, so she got mine. The next day, she is the one who calls me. I told her Lets get together and do something that night, she agreed. When I picked her up, a funny thing was, she got a phone call from this guy and she tells me "Let me tell this guy something really quick.... Don't say anything..." and she put him on speaker and she's telling him like "Sorry I can't talk right now, I'm busy doing exams and I really need to get this paperwork done..." when she got off the phone I'm jokingly "Your boyfriend? Ha ha.." and she says "Hell No!! just a friend." Whenever she would get a phone call from then she would say "**** them, I don't want to be rude, I'm spending time with you." She tries to find more information about me, but I keep the mystery going and turning her question into a question. She already gave me a nickname calling me "Mysterious One." We went to grab something to eat. When the bill came, she actually threw her share on the table before I even touched the bill. So I'm thinking Wow, okay so she doesn't seem like a Gold digger. After we finish eating, we go to a look-out point and just chill there. I told her "So you do this all the time with guys just give them their number and spend time like this?" "How many dudes you been with?" This got the conversation into Sex. She starts spilling out her ****ed up past to me about how she's met a lot of ****ed up guys. So I quickly got off the subject. I start massaging her, making my way over to her tits and start rubbing it. Then she starts asking me how many girls have I been with and I say "...I'm a virgin." and her reaction was funny "Shut up!!! No you're not!! If you were a Virgin you wouldn't be doing this...I have Virgin friends and they would never do anything like this" We end up kissing and she starts rubbing my d!ck, I tell her "You planning on doing something with that?" and the rest is history. Not sure if I'll pursue her or anything after this, might just leave it as a ONS. :cheer:
"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.
My story how I gamed this chick.
- Thread starter baurman
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"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.
Microfiltered
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sweet story
"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking You"
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.
zzeitgeist
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sorry bro but this chick sounds and acts like a *****..
still.. good job (hope you used a condom
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still.. good job (hope you used a condom
)DJ1234
Senior Don Juan
She was really that easy? Must have been a *****...
Pretty sure he did fvck her for anyone who didn't get "the rest was history" and ONS...
but on a side note atleast she did pitch in her share, which to me sounds like she might have been half decent or she might have some money...
Pretty sure he did fvck her for anyone who didn't get "the rest was history" and ONS...
but on a side note atleast she did pitch in her share, which to me sounds like she might have been half decent or she might have some money...
Jukeboxhero
Senior Don Juan
DJ1234 said:
Uhh, not really, LOL.
Not saying that he didn't, but I had a friend once who liked to use vague wording to give people the impression that he slept with someone. I mean, when someone says "I'll just the leave the rest to your imagination" and hopes you'll fill in the blanks with the best possible solution or assume that he did sleep with someone. *wink wink*
PlaysToWin
Don Juan
In this case, it seems pretty obvious he did and just spared us the details. (Will be very susprised if wrong.)
The whole thing did seem fairly easy. The biggest red-flag is that she spilled her guts about her messed up past. She is most likely a girl with issues. That's unfortunate.
Maybe I'm wrong though, hard to know just from 2nd hand info.
The whole thing did seem fairly easy. The biggest red-flag is that she spilled her guts about her messed up past. She is most likely a girl with issues. That's unfortunate.
Maybe I'm wrong though, hard to know just from 2nd hand info.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.