u mad? :crackup:Boilermaker said:Some selfish fvck didn't help a woman in distress, and two kids died by drowning
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.
u mad? :crackup:Boilermaker said:Some selfish fvck didn't help a woman in distress, and two kids died by drowning
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
This post right here is exactly why she made that video the OP posted. You're taking the position he's a selfish **** for not putting his life on the line to help the woman who is really the one at fault for the kids dying. This is pretty horrible of you to make the guy the bad guy by not placing blame squarely where it belongs--on the woman--and by expecting, yes EXPECTING, men to be subservient to women.Boilermaker said:Whatever happened to good old common sense? Some selfish fvck didn't help a woman in distress, and two kids died by drowning while they could have been sipping hot chocolate in a warm living room enjoying the storm, rather than drowning in it. And we are discussing how "the white American male is going down the sh!t hole" here starting from this story?
You guys need to relax. Go out with your wives. Have a glass of wine, settle down, don't be mad
Is Danger following this discussion? What's his take?
I agree that next of kin is a primary focus, however, as much as I will always advance my own love of Europe and European history, culture and bloodlines, I would help any fellow man, woman or child in distress.... we are all human....im gonna take a beta whack for that, but the instinct (however much Burroughs tries his Nietchze-istic superman ideals) is to preserve human life. This is not just through philosophy/religeous ideals, we have evolved this way.Jitterbug said:I thought you'd never bring that up. In your manly DNA, as coded by nature and evolution, you would only provide protection to women related to you by blood or women you're banging and thus carrying or caring for your children. You would never provide protection to women you're not related to, not currently banging and especially not women with children sired by a male stranger. Your natural manly masculinity would in fact urge you to spear them in the guts so your own children would have more foods to eat and less competition for resources, survival and mating when they grow up. Your nature as a man would've done a lot worse than what this man did and you are condemning him for. You (and our ancestors) did not survive and spread the genes this far by being kind & nice, I'm afraid.
The noble gesture (caring for unknown women and children) is born of civilization, not nature. And it is only heroic and chivalric if it is not a duty and not expected of men. If you're expected to sacrifice yourself for strangers, you're being treated as a slave.
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.
Your way off on this one mate, the "selfless disposable man at all costs" theme is exactly the type spoonfed bullsh!t burroughs is exposing. That sh!t only flew and was valid when men actually had the rewards of the past to counter being disposable as opposed to modern day contempt. Your obviously invested with the whole "your all just puzzies" rebuttal to save face but you really should watch that youtube clip and try to think outside the box.TonyBaloney said:Now get back to knitting you bunch of big girls blouses.
And burroughs, dont ever try and advise the board about masculinity anymore.
Think you manginas are just scared of death.....better to burn out than fade away.
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.
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.
Where do you live exacly ? Are you married ?While you are on the net spewing hostility, burroughs... other men, men you like to insult, are probably in bed with women who love them, living the way humans were meant to -- with families, friends, security, and happiness. When you think about that... does your philosophy feel superior -- or empty?
i lol'edBurroughs said:Boilermaker u mad? :crackup:
You're the biggest biyach here everyone knows that
now go away and let grown folks talk.
Not for me, maybe "some guys" but I just short-term girls "who likes" me, knowing all along that I'd never marry her, I'd never have her for much longer than a year, because I already see her flaws. I just use her for sex. Now, if I meet an Old World woman, who "likes" and I can Seee knows to keep her mouth shut, knows the traditional old world placement for women as "helpers" not an inbetween helper/leader and definitely not The leader in/of my life. No, that's My job traditionally. It will Never work over the long haul, a woman leading my life, telling ME what to do. I can't have that, even if she's a 10, and the sex is top notch. Over the long haul, if she "likes me" I must see from the get-go that she's uninitiated/unstamped or imprinted with today's American societal thoughts on today's woman's role, which is to somehow lead.backbreaker said:then they will meet a girl who likes them and forgot all of it beucase she's different. it's like everyone hates congress but no one hates their congressman.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.