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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.
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.
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.
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.
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 ..............
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.
Wasn't that the Kwik-E-Mart scene in Leisure Suite Larry 1 (Land of the Lounge Lizards)?djSlvt said:QUE ES?
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.
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.
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.