Gray The Prince
Master Don Juan
Maybe a civil war is needed in order to eliminate all of the AFCs who have manginas...
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.
Alle_Gory said:Anyways, thread reported to the mods. I don't think we need all this e-drama and attention whoring.
You're just mad because you were reported to the cops for stalking and harassing Iqqi. People here "snitched" as you call it... MacAvoy.Sue Madre said:Here come the SS police againWhy don't you stop being a little snitch? you are the worst type of b!tch. Worse than the AFC's.
Alle_Gory said:You're just mad because you were reported to the cops for stalking and harassing Iqqi. People here "snitched" as you call it... MacAvoy.
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Evidence and your confession: http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?p=1799481#post1799481
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Alle_Gory said:You're just mad because you were reported to the cops for stalking and harassing Iqqi. People here "snitched" as you call it... MacAvoy.
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Evidence and your confession: http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?p=1799481#post1799481
I find it kinda sad that the guy has supposedly left the forums, but has nothing better to do than send PM's like this.Falcon25 said:Go **** yourself you fuvking piece of ****. You are one of those homosexual members on this forum. Don't fuvking write about me, or to me. You are fuvking ****. You are a puvsy in real life, I can tell by your writing. Go fuvk with someone else. **** you and your mother.
lool this is humorous!Sue Madre said:Hey look everyone, it's the sosuave police. He surfs sosuave 24/7 in order to report every thread and post he doesn't like. They should give this little snitch a paycheck. He hits report so much he has carpo tunnel syndrome in his wristbones. Good job snitch, keep up the good work. Don't forget to hit REPORT right now so you can get a warm fuzzy in your tummy.
Don't forget to put on your resume “SOSUAVE POLICE REPORTING FOR DUTY”
His brain exploded.Chickfight said:I remember appreciating some of this guy's posts in the past. Wonder what happened.
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.