Guys, I've attempted to teach guys the secret, but they won't listen. Wanna hear about Jake?

[Gummy_Cluster]

Jake is my cousin's boy. (I guess he's my second cousin? I'm not good with math stuff)

Jake's mom taught Spanish, so the school was sending her to Spain for something. She brought Jake along. My cuz could go if he wanted to, but he only likes Mexico, because he knows a guy with a fishing boat down there. But I digress. Cuz bought Jake a little camera, and said: "When you get to the beach, make sure to get lots of nice pics for daddy" (Jake smiled and was happy to get his first camera)

Now, as they say: "Jake may have been born at night, but he wasn't born LAST night"

Jake knew the difference between a good pic and a bad pic. Good pics were of topless women, and bad pics were not.

So that's the secret. Jake is a man, now, and he's been chased by bears and had some close calls. But he's not afraid of women, and I can't even keep up with all their names. lol

Every time I see him, he's got a new babe on his arm. What's my point? Stop worrying about dick size, money, height and all of that, and just focus on getting rid of your unwarranted fear.

[SnowedIn]

A long time ago at a boarding school in Connecticut, there was a boy. I mean, he was close to being a man but I won't get pedantic in this reply.

The young man was not as tall as his classmates. He didn't have a lot of meat on his bones. He wasn't "hot" [stay tuned, by the way, for a wonderful piece of writing I'm working on called "Hot Hockey Boy"]. The boy was, in many respects, nondescript. He ate waffles every morning for breakfast and drank pink lemonade. It wasn't the most healthy breakfast but it was something unique about him.

And, perhaps, breakfast is where we'll notice what was really unique about him. The table had eight seats. Only six were ever full. The boy sat in one. The other five were girls. They were friends. They liked him. It wasn't about flirting or groping or crushing or fear or comments or lust or anything else. He was nice and nice to them. (He'd be called a simp on GaG.) He was also smart and funny and made them laugh.

Months passed. Highs and lows. Grades. Sports. Dating, and not. Family drama. And still the six had each other as friends.

One snowy January on a Thursday night, the young man was at the same table. It was dinner. He was drinking coffee. One of the girls sat down at the table with him. Drank some of his coffee, because that's the kind of relationship they had.

She invited him over to her house on the weekend.

She asked him to be her first having sex.

They did.

Trust and Nice.

[Gummy_Cluster]

Mr. Snow, as usual...


Gaining trust is huge, but losing the fear probably has to come first. (before I forget, I can hardly wait to hear about hockey boy. I'm sure it will be awesome.) Your classmate may have known the secret, or maybe he just stumbled across the secret. But it doesn't matter. He found the pot of gold.
He may have just preferred the company of girls, and liked talking to them more than boys.
I can honestly say that I don't like talking to women on this site.

Why didn't he call?
If my fuck buddy wished me a happy Valentine's day, does that mean he loves me?
He said he would text me back, but that was over 5 minutes ago. What does it mean?

Granted, in all fairness, there are some really stupid guys on this site that talk about farting.

But that brings us to another topic. I bet your classmate had a black belt in listening. Women love that. But if you said that on this site, the dorks would say that's not fair. Fine. Life isn't fair. Good luck.

Now, for a Simp...
A simp, is the idiot that comes and changes your tire, because her bad boy doesn't want to.
A simp, is the dork that drives her to the airport, because her bad boy is busy playing video games.
A simp, is a guy who goes to a bar and thinks that buying free drinks for women, will get him in bed.

I was telling a guy on here about an old movie I saw. Young guys figured out the art of "dialogue."
They were getting girls right and left. Why?
1. Zero fear
2. The gift of gab

[gorydetails]

For sure. But to be fair, jake's dad wouldn't get the reception his kid got for wanting topless pics.

[Gummy_Cluster]

You are 100% correct. But Jake learned early on that bears chasing him through the woods are way more scary than topless women. Did you ever watch Bonanza? "Hoss" could pick a buttercup flower from the ground, or bend a horse shoe with his bare hands. It was your choice which Hoss you want to deal with.

[gorydetails]

word.

[exitseven]

Great tale and great advice.

[Gummy_Cluster]

Thank you, Mr. Exit, but I'm not even sure it's advice. Who on this site will even listen? Don't you get the impression that guys on this site crave to be the victim? The reason Jake had no fear, was because his dad took him into the woods and showed him animals that could hurt him or kill him. Topless women on the beach in Spain, didn't hold a candle to the mountain lions he saw.

I understand fear, and I have plenty of my own, and I'm sure you do. I walked into a restaurant, and there was a big fat waiter, surrounded by hot waitresses. I think he was telling a joke. The girls seemed excited, and he was as cool as a cucumber. Zero Fear.

[exitseven]

@gummy_cluster I used to be really afraid of girls. Even when I knew a girl liked me I was still afraid to make a move. When I went to college there was a girl I liked and we used to hsng out a lot but I was afraid to tell her how I felt. She started seeing this other guy so one night i decided I would go and tell her that I really liked her. It was really scary and if she laughed at me I don;t know what I was going to do. Fortunately she did not laugh. After that i wasn't afraid anymore.

[Gummy_Cluster]

Mr. Exit, that's an awesome story. I'm not saying that it's easy to lose fear, I'm just saying that it's the biggest obstacle on both sides of the isle.
Just look at this site:
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
I want to tell you a story I read, but it's pretty bad. Let me know.

[exitseven]

you can PM me. I am following you.

[exitseven]

You don;t have to call me Mr Exit. Just Exit is fine. My friends call me X-7.

[Gummy_Cluster]

X-7 it is. I don't PM. I'm a multi-tasker, and maybe I have ADD. I have to always be doing 40 things at once. I try to cook dinner, and then I get bored and turn the TV on, and then I get bored and come on GAG. It's a circle. Then I go on Amazon, and then I see what the latest smartphones have to offer.

[exitseven]

Deep breath. People that multitask are really doing many things badly.

[Gummy_Cluster]

Yes, I know. I'm eating chocolate and macaroni salad for dinner.

[exitseven]

Hahahaha.

[Stevefiveo]

Thanks for the tip.

[Gummy_Cluster]

You are your best friend.

[Stevefiveo]

I agree. Some guys are lost nowadays.