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
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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 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.
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?
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
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.