You’re right, a man’s face becomes her sit on throne for the pedestal…
"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Why it is your duty as a man to eat her a$$.
- Thread starter Good Gao
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“The 22 Rules That Turned Me From Invisible to Irresistible With Women… Starting Tonight”
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.
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.
