Fenderules
Master Don Juan
lol
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.
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'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.
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.
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
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.
wolf116 said:hopefully it will be on a condom
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.