Magma
Senior Don Juan
Diapers and Fritz the Cat...
SS is great!
SS is great!
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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
Purple-Haze said:This is a very interesting thread!So... Does anyone here have a diaper fetish? Come out of the woodwork boys. It's time to be brave and bare all. :cheer:
I wanna wear a diaper, pee my pants, and rub a woman's HAWT, oily, tanned brown foot, while looking at pics of Fritz the cat..backbreaker said:i have the worst foot fetish on earth.. I"m in starbucks now looking at woman's feet. she's actually pretty hot. I'm pathetic![]()
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.
This is cute and very funny. She has you all figured out. Hehe.backbreaker said:my GF has (easily) caught on to my foot fetish. whenever she wants to go shopping/ get her nails and hair done or antyhing requiring money from me, she brings out the sexist pair of heels I have ever seen, and will dangle her shoes on her toes.. i call them the 'how much do you need' heels.
come on man....watching a chick stuff her lips with meat and greasy chicken bones just does it for me.. I love when they burp and laugh at the same time, then order onion rings with a cold beer.Technical1 said:I dont mean greasy chicken dinners but I mean like desserts, puddings, strawberries.
Wow, I am the exact same way. I don't even know how to look for porn anymore - haven't since 2002 probably. Any time I feel the need to do the deed, I just have about 10 videos I turn to. The majority of them have been in my possession since I was an underclassman in college. For the longest time, I've turned to them 3-4 times a week (even when getting a lot of ass).MacAvoy said:I have a core group of videos that I usually watch and stick to. Funny that I'm not that much into variety when I choke the chicken. I guess I'm fussy and stick with the quality stuff I have.
That, however, is something I've never, ever done. Not judging you at all, but I think you might have like porn ADD.I like getting 2-4 videos going though at once to do the deed. Its something that I never thought of before but heard about and now its almost a must.
HAHA porn ADD.MikeYikes122 said:I think you might have like porn ADD.
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.