Mr Spitfire
Don Juan
Rocco invented love making. I have nothing but satisfied customers. Some of them might need therapy now but hey.
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 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.
It's not a fair contest if doctoroxygen always wins.The Truth said:Oh my god! A thread debating porn stars?
What next?
The Don Juan Discussion Forum's Annual Masturbation Awards
Fastest masturbator
Best technique
Most Endurance
Most times per day
and so on.
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.
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.
AHAHAHAHAHAHA I knew you had a gaydar to judge MALE pornstars... Who the hell is Rocco Siffredi?KarmaSutra said:Hedgehog rules!
You're still bumping this thread? You really must have a thing for Rocco. :cheer:Jayer said:bump
What's more worrying is that it's a debate about male pornstars. Female is still sad, but understandable. Male is just... well, you know.The Truth said:Oh my god! A thread debating porn stars?
What next?
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.
Well you gotta understand that there are gay posters like KarmaSutra, Dues and BigJohn who are obsessed about MALE PORN STARS like Peter North.diablo said:What's more worrying is that it's a debate about male pornstars. Female is still sad, but understandable. Male is just... well, you know.
I bet you wish that you were Peter North, he gets more ass than you'll get in a life time. :crackup:Serialized3 said:Says the guy named "PeterNorthisawesome"![]()
If I was praising his gay work then I would say Matt Ramsey cuz that's his name for all his gay pornos. Peter North is all the straight ones, so maybe you should do some research next time moron.Serialized3 said:You mean he gets it up the ass more than I ever will in a lifetime.
Man-hors are disgusting, and I've turned down more ONS than you'll ever have in your lifetime.
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.