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I know that times are tough. But can anyone suggest their favorite charily that they trust and why.
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"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
"She's Out of Your League"
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.
5string
Master Don Juan
Dust 2 Dust
Master Don Juan
I donate to military charities such as Wounded Warriors and Helping Hospitalized Veterans. Reason- Out vets need all the help they can get.
Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"
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.
Powerlifter
Senior Don Juan
St. Jude Childrens Hospital in Memphis Tennessee, The Salvation Army are my top picks the why I trust them St. Jude Childrens Hospital has proven itself as a grand charity same with the Salvation Army you will be surprised how many homeless are helped through the Salvation Army.
http://www.stjude.org/stjude/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f87d4c2a71fca210VgnVCM1000001e0215acRCRD
http://www.salvationarmyusa.org/usn/www_usn_2.nsf/vw-local/Ways-to-give
Powerlifter
http://www.stjude.org/stjude/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f87d4c2a71fca210VgnVCM1000001e0215acRCRD
http://www.salvationarmyusa.org/usn/www_usn_2.nsf/vw-local/Ways-to-give
Powerlifter
backbreaker
Master Don Juan
Big Brothers Big Sisters. My mom was a big sister to a girl and I saw how it actually helped the girl out, a lotl. I am a big brother now and I donate something every month
Julius_Seizeher
Master Don Juan
Shriners Children's Hospitals.
It is amazing to be a Shriner. In our parade units are proud, grown men who are willing to humble themselves as clowns for the amusement of the small children, and to raise money for our free hospitals. Me, I drive a little red Corvette, so my experience is less humbling. Actually it's a blast.
Last summer, a hairstylist broke down and started bawling as she cut my hair. I asked her what was wrong. She said her son had a spinal condition and required a major surgery, and she had no idea how to pay for it. I told her not to worry, that the Shriners would take care of it. And they did.
I see wonderful things as a Shriner. A member of our Divan (the leadership of our Temple), a seemingly normal light-beer drinking and F150-driving man, stood up at a parade afterparty last summer with a check for $25,000,000 in his hands, made out to the Hospital fund. Turns out he is the inheritor of a massive enterprise, obviously a millionaire many times over, and he was compelled to give part of his fortune to the Shrine.
It is amazing to be a Shriner. In our parade units are proud, grown men who are willing to humble themselves as clowns for the amusement of the small children, and to raise money for our free hospitals. Me, I drive a little red Corvette, so my experience is less humbling. Actually it's a blast.
Last summer, a hairstylist broke down and started bawling as she cut my hair. I asked her what was wrong. She said her son had a spinal condition and required a major surgery, and she had no idea how to pay for it. I told her not to worry, that the Shriners would take care of it. And they did.
I see wonderful things as a Shriner. A member of our Divan (the leadership of our Temple), a seemingly normal light-beer drinking and F150-driving man, stood up at a parade afterparty last summer with a check for $25,000,000 in his hands, made out to the Hospital fund. Turns out he is the inheritor of a massive enterprise, obviously a millionaire many times over, and he was compelled to give part of his fortune to the Shrine.