:crackup:skirtChaser said:only two things in this world smell like tuna, and one of them is tuna.
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.
:crackup:skirtChaser said:only two things in this world smell like tuna, and one of them is tuna.
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.
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.
TheLadiesMan said:ALSO!... if you plan on eating some... make sure she hasn't had seafood that day. Fish goes right there, and will stink things up a bit.
Hey, great idea!! We'll call it "snatcholate", for that cocoa fresh feeling. Your lover's will love you for it.skirtChaser said:geez maybe next time I should just go and get some dark chocolate. I'd rAther have a cocoa smelling snatch then a tuna smelling snatch anyday of the week
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.
skirtChaser said:I'm just curious about how many men eat snatch?......some men love it and what it brings to the table, some men refuse to, thinking its too submissive for a man to eat snatch, some men thinks its gross. I definitely prefer shaved snatch as oppossed to a hairy snatch, I think a hairy snatch has the tendency to taste like urine. how do you guys feel about this?...how long are you with a girl before you start eating snatch?....I've never went home with a girl I've met that night and ate her snatch, nor do I think this practice would be safe. I think its more risky eating snatch then it is for women sucking hog. what's your opinion on all this?......lets all sound off on this.. i'll take your answer online, thank you
There's no greater pleasure in the world than to dive into a sweet tasting pu$$y.joekerr31 said:if a woman could take a pill that would make her snatch taste like cotton candy or something then this problem would be fixed.
STR8UP said:There's no greater pleasure in the world than to dive into a sweet tasting pu$$y.
Only problem is, even if it starts out tasting like candy when she gets worked up you get that inevitable "mouth full of pennies" taste from her love juice.
:crackup:STR8UP said:"mouth full of pennies" taste from her love juice.
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.