Moe_Nox posted:

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Its not open at all, its very specific. She wants to know if you're employed and how much you make, will you spend alot on her, and do you have a large peen.

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__Bonk__ posted:

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lol thats a recipe for fail. Funny how many men actually do that lol. Women like peen but most women dont think its that attractive especially when texted to them lol

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Bonk posted:

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i know what turns women on even though I've never had sex before.

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Coriolus posted:

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__Bonk__ posted:

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lol thats a recipe for fail. Funny how many men actually do that lol. Women like peen but most women dont think its that attractive especially when texted to them lol

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I know from personal experience using craigslist

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__Bonk__ posted:

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Thanks. I just give too much information and I'm too honest. I really am beginning to understand why so many men lie to women. Women want to be lied too

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__Bonk__ posted:

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Thanks. I just give too much information and I'm too honest. I really am beginning to understand why so many men lie to women. Women want to be lied too

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__Bonk__ posted:

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I think they do. So many men lie to women because women want to believe the fantasy. Its the Disney effect

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__Bonk__ posted:

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I am sure about this now after thinking about it for a while. The women want a man who will give them the fantasy and lie to them about himself. Eventually the truth will come out and unless its really bad it wont matter because teh woman has already bonded with the man though shared intimacy, physical, emotional, and mental.

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Yukishiro1 posted:

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If you really think that try it and see how it goes. If that's really what women want you'll be doing them a favor by lying to them because that's what they want.

You might want to wear a knifeproof vest, though. Just in case your ability to understand women isn't quite as legendary as you think it is.

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__Bonk__ posted:

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Yukishiro1 posted:

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If you really think that try it and see how it goes. If that's really what women want you'll be doing them a favor by lying to them because that's what they want.

You might want to wear a knifeproof vest, though. Just in case your ability to understand women isn't quite as legendary as you think it is.

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I've always been totally honest and upfront with the women I dated. You are the only one who wishes violence on me

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Altra_Shadowstalker posted:

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Write three sentences, one about your personality, one about your hobbies, and one about what you think she should know (positive!) about you.

Then say, "I'm not great at talking about myself like this, why don't we grab some coffee?"

This is only if she's hot, don't talk to her otherwise.

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Tipztoe posted:

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she's asking you to tell her what she wants to hear.

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__Bonk__ posted:

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No its wanting lies. You can even see the fantasy in their profiles. They mention princes and all that. I really believe men lie to women because this is what women subconsciously want

Then the women act all shocked when they find out what the man is really like. They pass up all the men who were honest up front with them and instead picked the liars who give them their fantasy

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gatzby posted:

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Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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__Bonk__ posted:

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You all do what I say instinctively. You dont go and spill your heart out immediately. You tell them a little here and there to wet their appetites and keep their fantasy alive

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__Bonk__ posted:

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__Bonk__ posted:

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Yes because you know how to play the game

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gatzby posted:

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Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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Eternal_Midnight posted:

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gatzby posted:

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Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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Austin Powers! What do I win?

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eodoll posted:

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What do you expect her to write if you ask the question?

My expectation is 2 - 3 short sentences... Let me know what you like to do for fun, what you do for a living and what you want to do..

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Rhint posted:

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You are still trying too hard Bonk. Just stfu and let her do the talking, only say what you must and let all your crap come out long after you have banged her a few times.

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__Bonk__ posted:

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is all a game. Women who say they dont want a game player really mean they dont want a hardcore game player.

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Eternal_Midnight posted:

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gatzby posted:

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Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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Austin Powers! What do I win?

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SoBaKi posted:

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Three pages of advice.



Anyone care to place bets on what the outcome will be for Bonk?


























Anyone?

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Scarne posted:

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Being honest doesn't mean you have to tell her everything. There is a difference between omitting details until you know someone better and telling lies.

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Halloweve posted:

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Just say this.

I am worth getting to know. Call me at 867-5340, the ball is in your court.

Or use your real phone number

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