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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?
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
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.
Good work. I used the word as an adjective though, not a noun.Originally posted by diablo
That's an oxymoron.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.