Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
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Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
I did that this morning on a 120 mile trip today and I used up a quarter tank of gas.Bible_Belt said:Gas-saving tips tested.
http://www.edmunds.com/ownership/driving/articles/106842/article.html
running the AC does not decrease mpg very much
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 dropped in the ZC motor and left the DX tranny on it. It has incredibly "long legs" now. I got a reprogrammed ECU that jacked up the timing curves, so anything less than premium will fire up the knock-sensor and shut down the power. I have an airmass header, cat-back Greddy exhaust, and a drop-in OEM replacement K&N air filter.Bible_Belt said:What tune-up mods did you make to the CRX? Which mods are worth the money? Do you have specific brand recommendations for plugs, plug wires, distributors, and mufflers? Does your CRX have an obnoxious fart-tip muffler?
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.
Nah id already converted that, its a nearly a £1 a litre here, not a gallon, nearly 4litres to a gallon, works out to 6dollars, you guys pay like what? 80cents? less?IsiMan84 said:You also have to take into consideration that it's two dollars to a pound and the dollar is weaker.
You can't polish a turd.IsiMan84 said:Interesting. I have a 95 Grand Cherokee (which guzzles greatly, I know), but I have made some modifications for extra horsepower and mileage.
Depending on the city it could be anywhere from $2.90 to about $3.50 per gallon. So converted to liters that's $0.77 to $0.93.chronic99uk said:Nah id already converted that, its a nearly a £1 a litre here, not a gallon, nearly 4litres to a gallon, works out to 6dollars, you guys pay like what? 80cents? less?
Most of it is tax on us thought.
Yea I know there's not a whole lot I can do really. The main reason I drive it is because it was my dad's old car and he let me have it after I graduated high school. I had an older Grand Prix at the time (30 mpg) and thought about selling both of them to get a newer decent car, but my dad proclaimed he took such good care of it so I just kept it. Luckily I never went home very often during the school year (3 hours drive) so I saved a lot that way. My driving was also mostly limited to the college town itself since I was busy with sports and other things. I'm driving home today so I'm going to go like 65 instead of 75 and see what the average mpg is on the way there.Vulpine said:You can't polish a turd.
You drive a box down the road. The wind resistance on that thing is like dragging an anchor. There is no helping MPG on that POS.
I laugh because people who buy those things typically complain the loudest about the price of gas. Uh... hello? Nobody made you buy a status symbol, much less made you use it as a daily driver with no cargo and only one person in it. IMHO, people who can afford a Cheap Jerky can afford an eco-pod to go along with it for a daily driver and should STFU about the price of gas. (No offense IsiMan84, I'm generalizing)
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.