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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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
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 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?
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.
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)
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.