AFK Protector
Master Don Juan
I thought.....project forum cleanup was under way. This kind of **** takes up webspace you know.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
for the record, i did not start it this timeOriginally posted by AFK Protector
I thought.....project forum cleanup was under way. This kind of **** takes up webspace you know.
Five words: "Dirtheart, Where Are You?", beeeyotch!Originally posted by AFK Protector
I thought.....project forum cleanup was under way. This kind of **** takes up webspace you know.
Me either.Originally posted by penkitten
for the record, i did not start it this time
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
whose old name?Originally posted by check_mate_kid_uk
eternal did, i guess crazy KID is comming back thenthat was your old name right or did i get it wrong
Eternal.Originally posted by penkitten
whose old name?
eternals old nameOriginally posted by penkitten
whose old name?
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.
You not have the ability to move on and ignore a thread you don't happen to agree with?Originally posted by jonny football hero
You two not have lives?
Wanna cry me a river?Originally posted by jonny football hero
You two not have lives?
Wanna puke me a pond?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Wanna cry me a river?
damn, my bad. Course you have lives.....i mean, you're divorce is still going through right? and penkitten is looking after her god knows how many kids. Where'd you meet? the sad club for desparate losers?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Wanna cry me a river?
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.
Thats not a question moron. It's a statement.Originally posted by Observe And Learn
You not have the ability to move on and ignore a thread you don't happen to agree with?
yah , and you know that to be true because you are the president of the desperate losers club...Originally posted by jonny football hero
damn, my bad. Course you have lives.....i mean, you're divorce is still going through right? and penkitten is looking after her god knows how many kids. Where'd you meet? the sad club for desparate losers?
Wow....i'm impressed with your arguing skills, or lack thereof. just inform me again....which cereal box did you get that off?Originally posted by penkitten
yah , and you know that to be true because you are the president of the desperate losers club...
Then seriously, shut the f*ck up about it. And if you ever see a thread entitled "Giovanni and Penkitten" in the future, I will give you a secret hint... it might have to do with Giovanni and/or Penkitten. So if you have a problem with that, resist the urge to click, dumbass.Originally posted by jonny football hero
To your other point about my life, no i don't post about it, because quite frankly it does not concern you. I expect the same courtesy shown to me about yours. I don't wish to be told about your's and Gio sex lives in every post I read, you've found each other. Great. Good for you, but still, we don't give a monkeys about it.
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.