You’re right, a man’s face becomes her sit on throne for the pedestal…
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Why it is your duty as a man to eat her a$$.
- Thread starter Good Gao
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"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
If he is up it would be diving
In my experience going down on a woman to give her pleasure is a submissive act. I expect women to get on her knees and go down on me. I grab her by the hand and lead her. I show her what I want, what I expect. The only time I go down is when I truly want to for my own pleasure. When she is on her knees pleasing you, this is what will turn her on and make her crave more of that type of validation.
A mans fascination with a nice ass is kinda gross when you think about what comes out of an ass. Its basically a fecal matter machine. But........ ( see what I did there) I am an ass man and I love me a nice bubble butt.
lamath
Master Don Juan
"She's Out of Your League"
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
