She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
Good.Originally posted by eniktin
i am not contributing a single scentence to this forum again.
That would be me. If you want to read about "his bulbous member pushing into her tight vagina, which smells slightly of honey and sweat, as he slowly chokes the life out of her", then go buy a necrophiliac porno magazine - we don't need that garbage here. Grow up, and as someone else mentioned, it wouldn't hurt if you got laid instead of imagining how it must be. Minus the asphyxiation/rape/murder fetish, of course.Originally posted by eniktin
i don't know what idiot deleted my thread "erotic story for all"
A loss that will shake SoSuave to it's very roots, I'm sure.Originally posted by eniktin
i am not contributing a single scentence to this forum again.
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.
And you are who?Originally posted by eniktin
i am not contributing a single scentence to this forum again.
Cool, that'll make the mod's job much easier!Originally posted by eniktin
i am not contributing a single scentence to this forum again.
I think those were actually being incorporated into the story as sex objects. Scary stuff!Originally posted by Desdinova
Guys here don't want to read about romance. They wanna read about guy stuff. You know, violence, guns, cars, power tools, etc.
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.