Fenderules
Master Don Juan
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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.
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'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.
haha good to see PRL still out there spreading common senseLast Man Standing said:Yes, her being a hor is obvious but I never before in a post had the chance to say "graveyard hor"!! This was an unique opportunity to say this since I may never again be able to call a hor a "graveyard" hor! I mean come on!!!!! How many times will I get a chance to identify this particular type of hor????????
Am I suppose to pass up this opportunity???? I've been waiting for this for four years!!!!!!!!! I was waiting, just waiting when I would find such a post - since I knew these type of hors existed but never has one been personally identified until now!!!!!
Oh hell no - the time is now to fulfill my longed unfiulfilled clamor- I'll say it again - she is a graveyard hor - graveyard hor - graveyard hor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Graveyard hors are unique and I felt the need to express her uniqueness by calling her out beyond the grave and give her an appropriate title!!!!!!!
hahah, for a guy that nails b!tches in graveyards, calling the other guy weird is funny sh!tFenderules said:well last night i turned 21, and it was my b-day.
Went to a metal show with her and it was awesome.
All night i rubbed my **** all over her, we were horny as hell.
One of her old friend freaked me out though. He kept following us around, I dunno if he nailed her b4 or not, he joined the navy and came back for a couple weeks. I'v seen him around before and he knows people i know. I naturally assumed that he had ****ed her and was following us around, she said she didn, doesn't matter. Either way the guy was kinda a weirdo. I was gonna heat things up but he was there so i didnt feel like getting into a fight with a navy guy.
anyway he ran off.
so after the concert we went down to a park (not a cemetary haha) and hike around a bit.
Since it was my b-day she dress hot as hell, wearing a garter, stockings and a short skirt.
So she pulled up her skirt and we just started ****ing on a bench. I just kept it hard and she did all the work. I just sat there and enjoyed it.
15 minutes later, we hike to another spot, **** more.
then we go back to my car cause it started getting cold, and ****ed outside around my car, and then in my car.
Good b-day overall thats for sure.
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Originally Posted by Fenderules
so i nailed a chick in a cemetary
So did I... the only difference was that I was by myself when I walked into the cemetary.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
MindOverMatter said:hahah, for a guy that nails b!tches in graveyards, calling the other guy weird is funny sh!t
hahaha
Tell her bull sh!t! Whats the point of having a sword if I don't get a little blood on it.Fenderules said:wont be getting any action this weekend..........that time of month.....booo
i'll still get some head hopefully........im pretty sure i will haha..weather she is willing or not lol
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.
wolf116 said:hopefully it will be on a condom
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.