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Yeah me too. At my age I need a little more visual stimulation. I'm not 15 anymore and the sight of "BOOBIES!!!" doesn't get me off.bigjohnson said:I'm not that excited by non-sexual nudity and I agree with you.
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.
Yeah me too. At my age I need a little more visual stimulation. I'm not 15 anymore and the sight of "BOOBIES!!!" doesn't get me off.bigjohnson said:I'm not that excited by non-sexual nudity and I agree with you.
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.
Haha, spoken like a tr00 metalhead :rockon:edger said:Absolutely..."social rearing" plays a big part in the development of people in a lot of ways. Those who are weak will succumb to it(social rearing).
shop until I die! said:Yeah me too. At my age I need a little more visual stimulation. I'm not 15 anymore and the sight of "BOOBIES!!!" doesn't get me off.
shop until I die! said:Yeah me too. At my age I need a little more visual stimulation. I'm not 15 anymore and the sight of "BOOBIES!!!" doesn't get me off.
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.
i agree man but i wouldn't to see a bunch of fat chicks and 90 yrs olds "expressing there freedom"Rollo Tomassi said:Let's get down to brass tacks here; the only people bothered by the sight of naked breasts are women with less than ideal figures.
AmenRollo Tomassi said:Let's get down to brass tacks here; the only people bothered by the sight of naked breasts are women with less than ideal figures.
Why did you post this exact thing in that other post, Secondly wtf are you talking about?Mr. Wolf said:I think we should stop hating women so much. In our misogynistic society, it's enough that we hate women for being women.
"Generous"?? Huh..Mr. Wolf said:If I see a topless girl I think she's beautiful and very generous..
Wtf is this sh!t?Mr. Wolf said:I gurantee you, your experience will leave you feeling so beautiful and accepted, you'd want to do it in your own town.
Who cares, chicks are too self conscious for this to catch on anyways so it's a moot point. Besides its Sweden bro, Sweden pretty much runs neck and neck with Canada in the "liberated" women/faggoty men (whichever way you look at it) race.X-ecution said:what are your views?
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
And you slide your **** between those two nice-looking boobies :crackup:Yeah in Europe it's quite common for women to sunbathe topless. It's great when a hottie rolls up and strips beside you. Then you get bored after about five minutes...
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.