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Master Don Juan
yo crotch sniffer, dont try to play me ni99a i'll herb you too
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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 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
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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???
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 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...
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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'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.