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.
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.
*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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
******* 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.
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.