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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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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???
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.
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...
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.
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
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.