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.
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.
I popped 17 tubes this summer and shredded four tires :-(WhitePimp said:
comic_relief said:
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
That's a sweet bike! And expensive, too!mikeyb said:
It's like the marketing says - rigid, pretty light, great handling...the aerodynamics are better than regular round tubing (around -10watts @20mph). The downside is it's aluminum so not as comfortable as carbon. Also it goes without saying that it's one sexy beastChalengeGuyFan said:
.What does 'not as comfortable as carbon' mean? I.e. When do you start feeling fatigued?mikeyb said:
Gives me an erection.Also it goes without saying that it's one sexy beast
Carbon damps small vibrations so it's easier on the joints. Personally I feel it in the elbows and back after 3-4h. Then again I've been doing a lot of XC last few months so maybe when I get back on the road bike again it will feel like silk...ChalengeGuyFan said:
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
I go through two sets of these tires a year (4000-4500 miles) and despite using extra-lite tubes, I average only one flat a season the five years of using this brand. I check and fill my tires before every ride.comic_relief said:
Holy crap! I thought you were dead or something. Where ya been?Francisco d'Anconia said:
