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Master Don Juan
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 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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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 ..............
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Wasn't that the Kwik-E-Mart scene in Leisure Suite Larry 1 (Land of the Lounge Lizards)?djSlvt said:QUE ES?
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.
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.
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.