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.
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 paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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 paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
wolf116 said:hopefully it will be on a condom
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.