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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
That not only happens with a woman who's on her period, but it happens with women who are tight. Scared the 5hit out of me when it first happened.Yea...its gross when you see blood on your schlong mixed with ***** juice.
I was gonna post my experiences with it, but the boatdock anaolgy made me puke........ no but seriously, I have done it with a few different gfs. It's a fact that they are super horny right before or during their rag, so like gangsta said, most are willing if you are. I got lucky however, because the times I did it, the girls barely bled at all, and there was no funky scent, which is the real turn off. I think the guys who have never done it epect this huge mess, but it's usually not the case. It's not like she's gushing 24 hours a day. The only cool thing is that you can tell they are much hornier, and it's also a bit more lubed. And the decreased chance of pregnancy is cool. Do it in the shower, lights off if you just wanna stick it in a hole and can't wait.speed dawg said:I will not partake in this particular activity ever again in my life.
One girl I was with didn't know she had started (or didn't claim to at least). I had went down on her and fvcked her, then, when the lights came on.....
Weird enough, I didn't have any blood on my face. Strange.
I also fvcked this wh0re on the rag one night, my first time to do it, actually. Ever smelled a boatdock right after all the fishermen have come in and skint all the fish?
My second time was the one I mentioned above. I'm now scarred on the idea.
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.
Yea me too. Its the worst when youre hitting it doggy and you start to so the nasty concoction i previously mentioned...instant boner killer...almost.Desdinova said:That not only happens with a woman who's on her period, but it happens with women who are tight. Scared the 5hit out of me when it first happened.
Hahaha, it's weird how lil things like this make it seem so disgusting, I guess in reality it is.STR8UP said:The "consistency" of a woman's lubrication makes a big difference in how good the sex feels. A slimy, smelly period mess feels like cheap artificial lube. I don't care for it at all.
The trick is finding a woman who loves to give head. Although most women suck at it giving a BJ, it's better than slopping around in a bloody mess.....
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.