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Has anyone ever ordered condoms off the web? If so, how big is the package?
I really can't have my parents be suspicious.
I really can't have my parents be suspicious.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
LSL1?djSlvt said:The lady gonna go
HER: What size?
HIM: Small.
HER: Lubricated? Or not?
HIM: No lube.
HER: Would you like lubricant with this? We have a special.
HIM: Yes please.
HER: What kind of lube? Vaginal or anal?
HIM: Anal.
HER: Flavored or not?
HIM: Yes yes, flavored.
HER: Which flavor.
HIM ..............
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.
Wasn't that the Kwik-E-Mart scene in Leisure Suite Larry 1 (Land of the Lounge Lizards)?djSlvt said:QUE ES?
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.
Let me ask you all a question?TheVirtualMind said:Just go to WalMart if you are afraid. They have the "self checkout" and the prices are better...
CVS - $15 for a 12 pack
Walmart - $4.59 for the same pack
Holysh*t where do you live? That's never happened. Most people buy it at CVS, some buy it at gas stations cuz they're shy (less people). Why would u buy it online? That's like buying online porn... why not just buy PORN at a STORE? Fast and easy.Teflon_Mcgee said:Let me ask you all a question?
Have you ever seen grocery stores that lock the condoms in a display case so the pharmacist has to get them out?
i'm pretty sure it's just a utah thing.
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.