Target_100
Senior Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 16, 2004
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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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
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.
: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!![]()
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.
x2.skirtChaser said:I'm now only keeping track of the women I haven't porked yet.
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.