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../..
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.
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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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.
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 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.