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Don Juan
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i hate them, dont really have a legitimate excuse except they sound like whiny b!tches
Anyone else?
Anyone else?
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.
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.
Its everywhere man.... they know you're a fraid.Originally posted by photo 1
intense..
how about just turning off the tv or radio?
you'll have a lot more hair in the long run
That's an oxymoron.Originally posted by Eulogy
The singer is a pathetic metro fag.
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.
Good work. I used the word as an adjective though, not a noun.Originally posted by diablo
That's an oxymoron.
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.
Hahaha. I think that "rumor" applies to 90% of all rock bands.Originally posted by GlutusMaximus86
My friend (who I burned the CD from) said there was a rumor going around that while recording the songs for the CD they were high/drunk 80% of the time. Who knows if that is true though.
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.
That was, by far, one of the better sarcastic comments I've read in a while. Nice!Originally posted by david90
I like them. Their style is different and that separate them from the rest which is kewl.
Fvck yeah they do. When that CD came out, I had to ride around town with two girls who insisted on singing along through the entire CD. If I hadn't left my cyanide capsule at home I would have ended it right there. Not for me, mind you - I would have killed them and changed the CD.Originally posted by Tha Realnezz
They're gay as fvck.The hoes love it of course.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.