You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
*Drool* aahhhh this is my favorite. if she's not that heavy (and most girls aren't) i'll pick her up and do it standing. Take advantage of gravitySmoothTalker said:Regular missionary except with her legs up on your shoulders is great too, but be careful, if you're on the longer side or she's a bit shallow it can be painful from smacking her cervix.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
BUKAKKE!!!!speakeasy said:If people need to stretch their imagination as to what "wild sex" is, just watch some Japanese porn. I don't know how they come up with some of that sh*t over there.
You're saying you have no problem mixing your man goo with that of 3 to ∞ other men on a woman's face?oakraiderz2 said:BUKAKKE!!!!
No thats gross sh*t, not my style. Crazy japanese sex was mentioned so i responded with...my response cause its funny to say.Aragon034 said:You're saying you have no problem mixing your man goo with that of 3 to ∞ other men on a woman's face?
I don't know whether to be amused, disgusted, or impressed.
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.
******* pales in comparison to Arianna Jolie's 65 guy anal creampie. That is just unbelievable. Must have been a river of jizz next time she took a crap.oakraiderz2 said:No thats gross sh*t, not my style. Crazy japanese sex was mentioned so i responded with...my response cause its funny 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.