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Master Don Juan
yo crotch sniffer, dont try to play me ni99a i'll herb you too
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
You have the nerve to call somebody a camel stroking....your all the same ilk to me...why don't you go find your magic carpet and fly the fawk back to ya desert.Originally posted by Starman
How quaint, a chronic masturbator/self proclaimed ladies man, A black poster boy for depends and a well oiled, camel stroking humperdink all going at it
let me know when the party gets started
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.
whatever, boyeeee, my posts are NEVA as long as Played Outs posts....
Originally posted by iqqi
grabs Giggy be his ear, and smacks him with her 13 inch c0ck>
well babygirl, anytime you want a private photo of what I'm working with I will try to fit it into a photo and send it to ya.Originally posted by iqqi
player sardine, you know what they say about men with long posts....
trying to er, em, make up for something else???
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.
you heard wrongOriginally posted by Player_Supreme
Now I hear your working with a set of double AA's
hahahahahahahahha!!!! that was funny!!!And one more thing Iggsta my nigsta
Scratches head in confusion at Iqqi's ****.Originally posted by iqqi
whatever, boyeeee, my posts are NEVA as long as Played Outs posts....
<grabs Giggy be his ear, and smacks him with her 13 inch c0ck>
Er.....do you mean "reeks?"Originally posted by DJ Jr.
This thread just wreaks of intelligence...
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
And there it is - what Crotch Sniffer says to his mirror every morning.No wonder the chicks run away at the sight of you.
You are a waste of human flesh.
You will never be a DJ. EVER. So just give up already. Stay home. Watch a bunch of Star Trek marathons and collect fukking comics till you are 47.
Throughout these lonely years, get used to that hand of yours because it is the only thing in the world that could possibly be seduced by someone as retarded, smelly and physically repulsive as you.
You truly disgust me in every way imaginable.
I see you jumped on this post pretty fast.Originally posted by PlayerSupreme
Still sifting through the rubble huh joey
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.