so I just thought of this. If your ever at a chicks house and you need to take a s*it what do you do? I mean I dont mind taking a s*it but when I s*it it stinks.What should I do about the smell? Anyone here have any good tips?
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.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Wait... Let me get this straight... You're telling him to eat poorly so he doesn't have to **** as often?Originally posted by Stuntmann
I don't have to take sh1t that often. Except when I eat fruit and other fiber. Maybe adjusting diet?
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.
Not a concern unless you fart directly at the burning match.Heart Break Kid said:Matches are good. I'm unsure if you'd have to worry about methane being highly flammable. Probably not a concern.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
clean the toliet?speakeasy said:Here's the second dilemma to the original posters question. So let's say you're at your girls house, take a dump, and then you see there's streaks at the bottom of the toilet. You look for a scrub brush, and there ain't one. You flush the toilet a couple more times and it's still there. Now whatcha gonna do?
:crazy:
What do you do if you are in this situation???speakeasy said:Here's the second dilemma to the original posters question. So let's say you're at your girls house, take a dump, and then you see there's streaks at the bottom of the toilet. You look for a scrub brush, and there ain't one. You flush the toilet a couple more times and it's still there. Now whatcha gonna do?
:crazy: