She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
LiveFreeX said:Look up the term gutter oil on google. You'll see why I prefer McD's over Chinese.
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.
LMAOOOOOOO well played. well played. :crackup:Malice said:Why do you eat that crap anyway? Doesn't your wife cook? My wife cooks every night, and she will pack me a lunch in the morning if I need it. Your perfect chinese wife doesn't cook??
Did you check out gutter oil? They get the oil from sewage and waste, refine it and it looks like good cooking oil.switch said:LMAOOOOOOO well played. well played. :crackup:
It's a great sandwich until you need a triple bypass. Look at Bill Clinton and Big Macs. For kids it's good but not as adults.backbreaker said:I'm not even going to lie. I have a thing for the Mc Rib.
I know it's probably made out of grass and old car tires. I don't care. that **** is great to me.
My son has a thing for chicken nuggets so I go to Wendy's and Mc Donalds a lot. I'll get a mc rib combo meal if they have it and their perlines and cream ice cream
if htey don';t have that and i have a taste i'll just get the fries
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.
lol you and epimanes are probably the only people here who have a real wife and are not schizophrenics.backbreaker said:i might eat one once a month. My wife actually cooks lol.