Mr.Positive
Master Don Juan
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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 calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
Oil behaves differently under different contexts. The long-term impact of the spill is uncertain but may be measured in decades, not centuries—which may not make much a difference for us but our children's children, and most of the oil will naturally biodegrade, leaving a relative small amount to remain for decades. In fact, it may be helpful if when a hurricane hits, as it would accelerate the biodegradation process.Mr.Positive said:The beaches are ****ed, they are ****ed for ****ing goddamn centuries...and BP, gets mother****ing supported by our ****ing goverment. Your taxes, ****, are **** **** damn to all that see it. Do you think they will pay? **** no, we all pay the godamn price and the earth has been raped for the love of oil.
Goddamn us all. Mother****ers.
I respect Steve Quayle enough to pay attention to him, but I think he can be an alarmist sometimes.f283000 said:EXTREME RED ALERT! Evacuation about to happen! Storms are mobilizing FEMA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05xZcyVgI5s
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.
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.
Do you know how to catch wild pigs?j0n24 said:It's not going to hit the US BUT I find it interesting the new tactic that the news is saying is a "Good," Thing.