Dimebag_Darrell
Banned
Stay blazed motherf*ckers!
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
totally stole that line from tucker max."you arent hot enough to have this much self respect."
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.
Pook?Luke!! said:Yeh guys, this is one fvcked day. This is on a DJ forum. WTF? Chicks dont like fvck ups who smoke weed. You should just get off this forum now and go fvck your crack baby *****s
Well, that explains the "Four-and-twenty Meat Pies" we have in Australia, and the ad campaign that went "Do you reckon they know what they're missing out on?"The second line of the first verse in the children's nursery rhyme 'Sing a Song of Sixpence' reads: "Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie". ("Baked" is also a common euphemism for being under the influence of cannabis). However, this poem was written long before 4:20 or the term baked entered the language.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/420_(cannabis_culture)
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.
I had two pitchers of liquor (liquid dope) and smoked a bunch of weed, what did you expect? Shakespeare? Dostoyevsky?Stud said:totally stole that line from tucker max.
Weed's not just for f*ck-ups anymore! Most people I know have at least tried it, but I know very few people who smoke it regularly - and of them, most are actually living as well as anybody.Luke!! said:Yeh guys, this is one fvcked day. This is on a DJ forum. WTF? Chicks dont like fvck ups who smoke weed. You should just get off this forum now and go fvck your crack baby *****s
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.