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.
Don't patronise me, i'm not your son. I don't know you, and you're just trying to make a name for yourself by getting involved. I couldn't care less about your opinions. And i do tell people to stop smoking, if they're in my face.
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'll be missed.
buh byee now....
Now that he's gone... wanna make out?
afraid of P. A. ??
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.
Nah... but you know, it really upset little jonny. Now that he's gone though...
I'm not afraid of Virginia... but Virginia can lick my nuts.
i was talking about public affection.. aka "p.a."Originally posted by Eternal
Nah, he's afraid of Virginia...
Oh wait, were you talking about the state?
no! thats my job..
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.
I have no problem with you, just your state's traffic laws.Originally posted by GlutusMaximus86
Gio, whenever someone insults the state I live I never know how to react. On the one hand I hate the politics and the heavy religion of VA, but on the other hand I love the ruralness (I could have sex in my front yard and no one would see me, assuming my parents are gone of course) the weather, and the great colleges. So my response to that insult to my commonwealth is... have fun with Penkitten.
::wishes he could've thought of a funnier reply::
Yeah I know it was a joke.
Well, you know, we do other stuff too...Originally posted by Jimbo2k
You guys enjoy this internet-flirting?
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.
i am not knocked up , thank you very much.Originally posted by Don Ronny
All right Gio! You scored yourself another knocked-up wh0re...congrats!
haha eternal didnt want us to derail any more threads, so he made one just for us.
Heh, yeah. We want Demon back!
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.