Target_100
Senior Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2004
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- 200
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Banged: the dikk inside the vagina. Oral, fingering etc. doesn't count.
I'll start off: 16.
I'll start off: 16.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
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.
:cheer: THE WINNER!!!! :cheer:DrD77 said:i lost count after 0.
I find the most of this post to be true; but at the same time I quit counting because once I hit double digits (awhile back) I stopped caring about numbers. All that a number does is impress another guy and most of it is bull**** as #3 puts it. Ironically I have never meet a single person guy or girl who has slept with over 20 people and can give an exact count. Most people over 10 dont know exact numbers. I'm not claiming to be enlightened for this or down playing anyones claims, but I also lost count since it wasn't that big a deal and could care less if someone doubts me.Rex Man said:Wow, I did a poll a ways back and got MUCH better responses. That's because they didn't have to forfeit their anonymity to answer. What you fail to realize, Target, is that insecure people HATE the feeling of being judged. Therefore they will do 1 of 3 three things.
1) Not answer (Nothing wrong with that)
2) Obviously bullsh!t (1,347 exempli gratia, no biggie but can be annoying)
or
3) Bullsh!t and pass it on as reality (my personal pet peeve)
Blah, but just wait until you get the 'enlightened ones' telling you how immature you are or those that must claim you only screwed UG's to get past their #. It helps them sleep at night. I'm on your side, but I"m giving you fair warning.
That said, my number is 49. And I'm comfortable with it....until number 50 comes along!![]()
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
x2.skirtChaser said:I'm now only keeping track of the women I haven't porked yet.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.