Digital Mastermind1
Don Juan
DEMON YOU ARE F ING GAY DUDE !!!!!!!!!.
YOU Have disrupted my posts before so you deserve it../..
YOU Have disrupted my posts before so you deserve it../..
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Laurel Mall.....wow... use to be an old stomping ground of mine... I miss Maryland, and how on a sunny day, it's not uncommon to make a detour to O.C. on your way to work.Originally posted by DJMaC23
The mall was Laurel Mall, where that JCpenny or Sears or whatever closed and that part of the covered parking lot was pretty empty cept for a damn security guard who kept on gettin close to the car...dam ****blockers
Yup, definitely try to get another car besides a stang if your gonna try to get some action in it..
Lol, well right now, you wouldn't be going to Ocean City at all...it's rained for nearly 2 months. The next few days don't look good either...Originally posted by InLawsHateMe
Laurel Mall.....wow... use to be an old stomping ground of mine... I miss Maryland, and how on a sunny day, it's not uncommon to make a detour to O.C. on your way to work.
Haha, that's so trueOriginally posted by comote
you get creative when you both live with parents.
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.
I once masturbated in a NASA confrence room.Originally posted by T.T. Boy
The only interesting stories Demon has are about the places he has masturbated.
Haha. Demon, we don't want to hear about Rosey or her five (or ten if you are ambidexterous (sp?) friends.) I would chime in on my life, but I've only gotten it in the usual place...the bedroom. Nothing wild...yet.Originally posted by T.T. Boy
The only interesting stories Demon has are about the places he has masturbated.
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.
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.
Simply because some of us have some cool experiences does not mean that we are finished learning DJing skills. Stuff learned on this site has no doubt helped many of the sexually accomplished dudes here. A motivation to help our fellow man and to continue our own learning process keeps us on these forums.Makes you wonder why these playboys even hang around here. They could be knocking boots on top of the sky dome or something.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.