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.
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.
Haha possibly. Are you familiar with sex transmutation?betheman said:this appears to be a pretty massochistic thread to me
nope! myth? fact or fiction?TyTe`EyEz said:Haha possibly. Are you familiar with sex transmutation?
betheman said:nope! myth? fact or fiction?
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.
why didnt you try and get into that crack instead?Poonani Maker said:Spilled my seed today..after a long while without. I was Tortured by a hired hand, chick at a home decor (trinkets, wall picture, incense) place was helping me bending over in front of me - ... nooo panties, guys, I could see the full crack of her as5. I "was" filled with testosterone having gone without for a few weeks, I just couldn't take it anymore, and you know how these girls today (she was in her early to mid 20s, kinda fvcked up face like a slvt (crooked lipstick-smeared (like a surfer) mouth, big nose) but decent bod and showing me her as5), these girls today will talk to you (me) in a porn-starlet-like tone, you know, just nasaly talking about something innocent but with a tone of "fvck me," Damn, guys, I just couldn't take it anymore and once I was away from her out of the store, the sun bearing down on me, I HAD to slip into a closed room grabbed this plastic wrapper thing I found on a shelf and jacked, then humped a desk (rather forcefully and hard I might add at first hurting the tip accidentally) banging with my balls full force spilling my seed. RIGHT when I'd cvm I felt regret and I'd felt a weakness come over me and a tiredness, relief, and not the same man I'd been in the previous weeks, I was no longer on edge, edgy, aggressive and in control. But...I was going Cer-raze-y at this point in time, Be-cause of this b!tch who showed me the crack of her dog-face attached as5. I'd had it! I could not hold back or take it anymore! I NEVER "just slip" into a room and bang one out cause I'm brimming with horniness. I NEVER do that, and can probably count on my hand how many times I've just HAD to release ASAP or be frustrated to H3ll for the rest of the day. That's why I'd lost it. I just knew that I would not stop thinking about her as5 if for the rest of the day if I didn't do something now!!! so I did. I first did that in high school or junior high I guess, but since then, I've not waited until I got home maybe, 3 times in my lifetime, very rare, but I just could not take it anymore today around noon.
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.
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.
Have you got a job? Now I have a week job this task is so much easierDJ Bax said:I'm at day 7 right now and I'm horny as ****. I had to get off the computer earlier today because I knew if I was on it for another minute I would go straight to pornhub and wank one.
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.