kickureface
Master Don Juan
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how dangerous is this? i knw they monitor speeds, but do you think they will actively search what you are dling?
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.
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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Ace of Flames said:Well, maybe they can track you down, maybe they can't. Whatever.
But I doubt the college is gonna give a damn about you downloading copyrighted stuff. Its not their job. You aren't stealing THEIR copyrighted stuff, right? As long as it isn't kiddie porn or something, you should be fine.
The college itself didn't b!tch at them for it. That's all I was saying.Francisco d'Anconia said:
Ace of Flames said:The college itself didn't b!tch at them for it. That's all I was saying.
Doesn't matter. Many colleges have (hard to enforce) rules for not taking part in such acts. However when pressed, they will give up the student(s) quicker than a heartbeat which has even worse consiquences."The University System did comply with the subpoenas and provided the names that RIAA was seeking," John Diamond, spokesman for the system, said Friday. Diamond said the system protects the privacy of its students, but was compelled to release the names by the court orders.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
During orientation at my school they did... In their safety demo, they told us to avoid such stuff.Ace of Flames said:The college itself didn't b!tch at them for it. That's all I was saying.
gmillar said:Hahahahaha it's legal in Canada bltches. I've downloaded more games than Best Buy keeps in stock, and over 7,000 songs.
Torrents? What on earth are you talking about? We do not know of such things in this forum.Stuntmann said:Where can I search for torrents?
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.