Hey, um ive been messing around with my myspace lately and i want some feedback. You can say anything you want, positive or negative. Anyway, here it is
http://tinyurl.com/qgur8
http://tinyurl.com/qgur8
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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Heh, touche.Wiesman44 said:"laziest person ever" . I see you have such high hopes, dreams, and aspirations. You should go far with that attitude. You will also get loads of girls, b/c girls love lazy bums.
sparky0000 said:Music sucks.
Sunglasses are silly looking on you. Without glasses you look like a young Fred Savage. Not good either. Don't worry, I look worse.
I don't find you funny...So leave that part about people finding you funny out.
The girls that keep on commenting...Lose them. Annoying and ugly. The cutest person to comment was a guy. Not surprising seeing it is California.
CONCLUSION
POSTIVIES -- You are not trying to sound black....You are cute in a young Fred Savage way....You don't brag (well there was that comment about thinking that people think that you are funny)...You are not Skip2mylou. For that I thank you.
NEGATIVES -- You are cute in a young Fred Savage way. Where I ply my trade most 17 year old girls would want to babysit you. Then after they tucked you in they would head out with some old guy :moon: .... You sound boring and predicatable like 99% of the MYSPACE family.
Final Grade: Incomplete. You have potential. For some strange reason I am in your corner.
If you want, I can help you totally redesign that page.
Dude! You are soooo Fred Savage!
http://rob.paintedeyes.org/images/fred8.jpg
http://www.fortunecity.es/bohemio/escultura/55/fredsavage57.jpg
http://www.fortunecity.es/bohemio/escultura/55/fredsavage63.jpg
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.
Never take any notice of hotornot.com ratings.asdfghjkl said:O and my pic is a 9.3 on hotornot, im not ditching it
Which one? Your pic or a pic of Fred Savage?O and my pic is a 9.3 on hotornot, im not ditching it
You just wish that you didn'tI dont think i look like Fred Savage haha
sparky0000 said:Which one? Your pic or a pic of Fred Savage?
You just wish that you didn't.
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.