sodbuster
Master Don Juan
Not interested-I wouldn't be able to hit bottom or touch the sides. I've talked to enough dancers to know how screwed up they are. don't even want to know how messed up a porn star is
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.
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.
The real question is, would she feel comfortable dating or having me as her BF?Would you feel comfortable dating or having a girlfriend who is a pornstar?
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.
Depends. Does she do double pen? :nervous:Would you feel comfortable dating or having a girlfriend who is a pornstar?
And Rollo pops in with an unusually "short" response. So, what do you mean by that response? I mean would one proudly go to social events introducing his girl to both men and women as a pornstar? I don't know I'm still undecided about this one but I'd be leaning more towards the FB kind of relationship with her.Rollo Tomassi said:The real question is, would she feel comfortable dating or having me as her BF?
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.
it'll drive you nuts, it'll make you crazy trust me.it'll torment your soul.ready123 said:I would do it for the experience, same with dating a stripper
I don't know how long it would last but it would be interesting
^^So True loc...KontrollerX said:Yes.
I would just date her which means have sex with her and have fun with her.
I wouldn't love her or invest any emotion whatsoever in her.
Thats the way you treat hoes boys.
Anyway I'd love to have Jasmine Byrne as a fvck buddy.
And that's what I thought and was doing for the first 6 months but the more we hung out, the more SHE invested in me, I hardly spent anything on her, I only had a part time and still ride a bike. The more she would fulfill every porn scene I've watched and fantasized about doing, I kinda doubt the average human male won't fall and start getting attached to such a woman, because when she started crying for me and sacraficing alot, I started caring for her.KontrollerX said:Yes.
I would just date her which means have sex with her and have fun with her.
I wouldn't love her or invest any emotion whatsoever in her.
Thats the way you treat hoes boys.
Anyway I'd love to have Jasmine Byrne as a fvck buddy.
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.