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.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
oh yes, the mandarin....Originally posted by thefonz
You don't realize why most people think Jimmy Page is the best ever until you pick up a guitar and try to play some of his pieces. Brillant man that Jimmy. That's the Way is probably the most underated Zepplin song out there......even though the best parts are done on the mandarin by John Paul Jones, absolutely beautiful.
I'll second that. Jimmy Page has always been my idol. Still plan on getting a Les Paul someday just because of him. If you listen to some live performances, you'll see he can be sloppy and make a lot of mistakes, but what's in his playing outshines all the technically great guitarists out there in my opinion.Originally posted by thefonz
You don't realize why most people think Jimmy Page is the best ever until you pick up a guitar and try to play some of his pieces. Brillant man that Jimmy. That's the Way is probably the most underated Zepplin song out there......even though the best parts are done on the mandarin by John Paul Jones, absolutely beautiful.
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.
I always felt Page was a very sloppy player. Hendrix was the same. These guys were more innovators then guitar masters.If you listen to some live performances, you'll see he can be sloppy and make a lot of mistakes, but what's in his playing outshines all the technically great guitarists out there in my opinion.
I agree some of his stuff is sloppy, but still sounds good. Some of it is real crisp though, like Bron-y-aur. Rain Song too. That guy is such a damn genius, and knows it all came from the American south, and gives nods to the blues. What a creative guy. His musical instincts astonish me, still, and always will. I'll just never tire of Zeppelin.Originally posted by The Bad Ass Canadian
I always felt Page was a very sloppy player. Hendrix was the same. These guys were more innovators then guitar masters.
The cool thing about Page was how he would make a mistake, then play it 3 times in a row and turn it into a lick.. hahaha how's that for fooling the audience?
I front a rock band. We tour quite a bit. We're under an agency and have been a pretty big up-and-comer on Canada's East Coast, thia past year.Originally posted by crowes22
I agree some of his stuff is sloppy, but still sounds good. Some of it is real crisp though, like Bron-y-aur. Rain Song too. That guy is such a damn genius, and knows it all came from the American south, and gives nods to the blues. What a creative guy. His musical instincts astonish me, still, and always will. I'll just never tire of Zeppelin.
Bad Ass, what do you do? Session work/teach/gigs?
What kind of axes do you have?
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.