lil hooligan
Don Juan
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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.
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.
Mate that's just fvcking grimm...My freakin finger stunk the entire day even after wasking it......made me smell too.
That's my theory too. There are certain scents that I'm attracted to and others are a turn off.I had an OCD chick who smelled that way...clean as can be in everyway way except for, apparently, down there. Saw her for over a year and the smell was the exact same way EVERY TIME. A buddy of mine has a theory that girls will smell good to guys who they are compatible with, and will smell fishy to guys who they are not. Not sure if my buddy's theory helps explain anything, but figured he could be on to something, and maybe someone else could prove/dis-prove this interesting hypothesis.
How was the puzzy? Perhaps this "stink bait" might be good puzzy and it penetrates thru your pores and make you stink too but might feel better than heroin.Just dealt with this....I told her she must be infected. She wasn't too happy, but she smelled much better this morning coincidentally.
It's a deal breaker from me seeing her again, though.
That smell....holy crap...can make even the hottest girl disgusting, much less a hb7.
My freakin finger stunk the entire day even after wasking it......made me smell too.
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.