fertileTurtle
Master Don Juan
She wants to fvck you you big motherfvcker. What's the hold up? Just lay his ass out if he objects.
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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
ElChoclo said:To the OP, this incident does not sound like the kind of thing someone your age should be analysing. It was a trivial and pointless occurrence. Maybe your "friend" perceived that you were upset about the new boyfriend and just tried to comfort you. Maybe she likes to co**tease you.
If you thought the technology was unimportant why did you feel the need to detail it after the first post. The initial comment about "walkmans" was just an amused observation. Your responses were overly aggressive. Nobody cares if you are 6 foot and over 200. We weren't there so its hard to be impressed. If this is the only problem worthy of your consideration at your age then you have too little going on in your life. For your sake I hope you are a divorcee, otherwise that just completes the picture.
Hahaha. And you just know that his Walkman was one of those "Sports" models; yes, those big ass YELLOW ugly things with rubber exterior. :yes:Sinistar said:He probably would have gotten the answer he was hoping for had he posted in the High School Forum!
And we were nice, the teenies would have shredded him over the "walkman" thing![]()
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.
Oh, Come on! You know you want one.Gangster Of Love said:Hahaha. And you just know that his Walkman was one of those "Sports" models; yes, those big ass YELLOW ugly things with rubber exterior. :yes:
acw said:WOW...this is incredible (and pathetic at the same time).
Now what was the original post about?
Something about jealousy and the new boyfriend...(this is what happens when a thread gets high-jacked).
Looks like some High Schoolers got caught up on the Sony Walkman issue. :nervous:
Seems to be a Big issue with the Youth of today is what type of cell phone you have and what type of MP3 player you use. Good Grief![]()
Hey, i'm still listening to a tube amp radio and driving a 1966 Chevy...Fire Engine Red Stingray Rag Top Corvette that is....
See you youngsters at the beach!
I'll be the guy with the Big Yellow Tube amp boom box Spinning a Hoola hoop!
Oh...Please don't kick sand on my boom box. The warranty expired about 20 yrs ago.
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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.
Yeah you are or else you wouldn't have brought all this up. You come across as someone stunned that you weren't seen as the best pick and now its tearing you up, and you're trying to cover it up with this thin layer of overconfidence.john siegal said:Funny Chit!
Most of the Spuds on this post have analyzed my feelings all wrong:
I am not interested in winning this chick back or scoring points with her. Its more of a vexing---and i make no apologies for it.
Most would say its immature and childish, but i disagree. I think you should get your shots in---if the situations warrants it.
thanks for the laughs...![]()
john siegal said:I'm 45, in great shape with a good job and no baggage.
I ran into an chick friend at the beach yesterday. We dated for a short time and I REALLY LIKE her but, her interest level was low. So i gave up on pursuing a BF/GF relationship and kept her as an aquaintance.
We talk from time to time and even do some business together since we are in related fields.
Anyway, she's at the beach and introduces me to her new boyfriend. I'm looking at the guy and wondering...WTF does she see in this guy? The dude was pasty white,...and average looking.
I chatted up with her for a while and she introduced me her friends that were there....and this New dude. He starts trying to get cute with me...but he's no match for my wit. He walks away and continues his conversation with his other male friend in the group.
I don't give a flying fvk cause i'm over 6ft and muscled at 200 plus pounds.
So i continue talking to the chick and she's starts getting close to me likes she's attracted to me (guess she never saw me with my shirt off). I'm thinking to myself..."wtf are you doing...trying to get the BF jealous." We finished our convo and she reached out to hug me and i obliged.
I'm walking away with my walkman on...and start wondering WTF is she trying to pull.
Anyway, i'm having mixed feelings about her and looking for some feedback from older dudes about this...
What do you think?
Yes well....john siegal said:LOL...man you guys are funny.
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.