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.
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.
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.
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![]()
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.
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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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.
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 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.