Fenderules
Master Don Juan
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She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.
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.
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.
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
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
wolf116 said:hopefully it will be on a condom
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.