You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Can't see the pic man.BlackJackal said:I like this booty. She got nice legs too.
http://www.bigbootyonline.com/hostedgalleries/28444r0298.jpg
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.
Yeah, I'll admit, I'm a black guy and I do like thickness... but ONLY chest and glutes. If you she's got a gut, I'll still hit, of course, but a more athletically toned body with big proportioned hips instead will always turn me on more.Cash said:Not all black guys like thinkness. Just look at seal, got himself a VS model.
Probably most do though, i agree.
Alright, I have to ask you a question. You say that you only like a thick chest and glutes but if she has a gut you'd still hit it. My question is why would you tap it if you only like a thick chest and ass?Aprenti$playa&pimp said:
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.
It's as big and wide as the subject itself...penkitten said:
You cant see it? Oh well there was only one pic I liked on there when I went searching for booty pics. LOl...and no it's not a porn site I've seen before.Le Parisien said:Can't see the pic man.
Is it your favorite porn site?
Ok, I checked the site. I find almost all the women on that site are grossly fat. So fat that they have orange skin. But hey, it's just me.
Don't get me wrong, I mean, I prefer think chest (big breasts) and some meaty hams, with carved abs. I'm just saying, even if she had a gut, as long as it wasn't 3 feet further than here bresats (exaggeration), I'd still hit. I probably wouldn't date exclusively to them though, just to freak... I imagine I love thickness for when I hit from the back so I can get some smacks in and a good grip on whatever I grab when I drive.Francisco d'Anconia said:
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.
*sigh* It's only because you're unfamiliar with perfection.penkitten said:
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Yeah baby, this is what I'd call the ultimate hotness!!!DJDamage said:
:yes: 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.