TheMainMan
Don Juan
I was just thinking, what would we do if we didn't have beer in this world?
It would be unthinkable...
It would be unthinkable...
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.
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.
If we didn't have beer I'd black out more often.TheMainMan said:I was just thinking, what would we do if we didn't have beer in this world?
It would be unthinkable...
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.
The Irish would have taken over the world. Fat chicks would be gone... no fat dudes to mate with them to have fat babies... oh I hate fat people btw. :trouble:TheMainMan said:I was just thinking, what would we do if we didn't have beer in this world?
It would be unthinkable...
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Yes I'm pretty sure martini, absinthe and yager bomb are chick drinks... American beer look and taste like warm piss anyways. The only good beers are in Europe.foxhound87 said:Beer is beautiful, I can't beleive that people here don't like it. I suppose most of the guys here drink "chicks drinks" :crackup: But yeah if beer didn't exist the world would be a much nicer place....
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.
No sh't... wow did you really graduate high school? So what's your point? Importing European beer will make it American? It doesn't matter if you import it... it's still EUROPEAN BEER. Maybe I should spoon feed your tiny little brain by adding all good beer comes from Europe. Seriously piss off...Deus ex Pianoforte said:Astonishingly enough, America imports European beer.
http://www.bluemoonbrewingcompany.com/PeterNorthisawesome said:No sh't... wow did you really graduate high school? So what's your point? Importing European beer will make it American? It doesn't matter if you import it... it's still EUROPEAN BEER. Maybe I should spoon feed your tiny little brain by adding all good beer comes from Europe. Seriously piss off...
Never tried it, sounds good though. I still think Germany has the best.Serialized3 said:http://www.bluemoonbrewingcompany.com/
Delicious "belgian white" beer from the CO. I usually have at least a twelver on hand here.
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.