penkitten
Master Don Juan
gio dislikes any NEW words that end in 'licious.
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.
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.
If I said it their day would be brightened. It's called charm.Deus ex Pianoforte said:That's it. Make some poor guy or girl's day even worse by faulting them for a size system that the corporation implemented. Not like they don't have to put up with people throwing tantrums if they get "light foam" as opposed to "no foam" or having to wait 30 seconds to get their drink or anything like that.
when I said all you can eat, I ddin't mean Buffet.. A bistro usually serves small like meals... not the giantic man law sized portions of **** you get at PF changs.azanon said:Ok on some of this maybe I misunderstood, so you can correct me where I did:
>PF Chang's isn't all-you-can-eat. It isn't here in The Rock, anyway.
>I don't see "Bistro" in the name. Its PF Chang's. In any event, ours has maybe 150 seats, certainly not 1000.
>Haven't tried the dumplings yet, but I will since you recommended them.
>I'm amazed you can even finish their full-sized, large portion plates, let alone appetizers, multiple alcoholic drinks, extra egg rolls, and desserts on top of that!
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.
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.
No, really. She ordered number 3 on the menu but then to my surprise she super-sized it!! Byyyyyyyyytch!!backbreaker said:LMS... there is making women qualify, and there's just being silly. you are doing the latter
Oh i see; its in the fine print (Bistro). Never noticed.backbreaker said:when I said all you can eat, I ddin't mean Buffet.. A bistro usually serves small like meals... not the giantic man law sized portions of **** you get at PF changs.
http://www.pfchangs.com/
you know i"m from the rock. the one down there doesn't have 1000.. none do.. it was an exeggeration. But still.. it's f'n huge.
i told you, i work out every day not just as much so i can eat what the hell i want when I want to as I do to impress women. I like being able to scarf down 100 dollars worth of **** and not worry about my figure.
Well, you don't have to dislike it anymore. Why? Because both pronunciations are correct. Verify this with any decent dictionary.DrMetallica said:I dislike when people pronounce 'often' as OF-TEN. It's pronounced... offen. Would you pronounce soften or listen with a T? I think not.
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.
:crackup: Haha, if that isn't cheap, what is? Funny, LMSLast Man Standing said:No, really. She ordered number 3 on the menu but then to my surprise she super-sized it!! Byyyyyyyyytch!!
Lucky for her I had a crisp $10 in my pocket, and that I ordered from the dollar menu, otherwise she would have gone wanting!!
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.