SchoolBoy
Don Juan
http://www.plentyoffish.com/viewprofile.aspx?sld=1&profile_id=7316890
check out this profile, I don't wanna be mean, but GOOD GOD...
check out this profile, I don't wanna be mean, but GOOD GOD...
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
" I am in a wheelchair but I don't let it hold me back. I actually have a disease called Myasthenia Gravis, that I've had since age eight. If you have any questions or want to know anything about it feel free to ask me. You can also look at my website for more info about it and myself www.giraffegirl.com"SchoolBoy said:http://www.plentyoffish.com/viewprofile.aspx?sld=1&profile_id=7316890
check out this profile, I don't wanna be mean, but GOOD GOD...
"I am 23 years old and was diagnosed at age 8 with the neuromuscular disease called Myasthenia Gravis. It is an autoimmune system illness that progressively has gotten worse over the last 15 years to the point of putting my life in jeopardy on several different occasions. It causes muscle weakness in all my muscles and It affects my walking, chewing, swallowing, breathing, eyesight, talking, coordination, and physical stamina. It also makes me consistently weaker and less able to do for myself as time has gone on. Over the years we have tried every possible treatment for this disease you can think of, with little or no success.
In January of 2004 I was put in ICU on a respirator which breathed for me due to my Myasthenia Gravis, which was in crisis. In June I had another similar incident and had developed pneaumonia and was yet again put back in ICU on a respirator and told I wasn’t going to make it. All my friends and family were told to come say goodbye to me. It was devestating for them, but miracles happened, and I recovered yet again.
Ive had over 100 plasmapheresis treatments (see MYASTHENIA GRAVIS SECTION FOR DETAILS) in my life. I take a string of medications which include high dose steroids and immunnosupressants which are hard on the body and create bad unwanted side affects. I have done chemo therapy to try to help this disease, but with little improvement. Because of the high dose steroids and a deadly eating disorder (Compulsive Overeating and Bulimia) I have gained an ungodly amount of weight. I am in an electric wheelchair because of my disease since I was 9 years old.
There is a surgery that can help my disease called a Thymectomy which removes the thymus gland located behind the heart . It is a major surgery and I had it when I first got sick at age 8 (had the surgery on my 9th birthday.) Unfortunately the thymus has regrown back which worsens my disease, but at this point and stage there is no way to remove it and removing it would not be very beneficial. I have undergone 20 Total Body Irradiation treatments which has not improved my disease, and was considered experimental. My disease has progressed throughout the years, and is attacking my respiratory to the point where I go to the hospital Emergency room frequently with respiratory failure and even the slightest cold/flu/infection or even stress can trigger an exasurbation of my MG. I use a bipap at night for my breathing and also in the day sometimes when it is labored.
It has been a struggle everyday just for me to live a decent quality of life and am not guaranteed that I will live a full life, but I never give up hope because at the end of the day, the time here i spend with loved ones, giving inspiration and motivating change is completely worth it, even if I die tomorrow. I believe there are no excuses in life, and there are people out there suffering far worse then me. It could always be worse so keep the faith.!"
LOL that made my day.CarlitosWay said:Age between 20 and 32
Must not be looking for Intimate Encounter
LOL I'd still hit it.....................
with one of my jordan's.
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.
ThatMysteriousGuy said:" I am in a wheelchair but I don't let it hold me back. I actually have a disease called Myasthenia Gravis, that I've had since age eight. If you have any questions or want to know anything about it feel free to ask me. You can also look at my website for more info about it and myself www.giraffegirl.com"
She's dealing with a bad dice roll better than 99% of the people on this planet.
From her website I'm very impressed, especially the last tidbit on this page:
Completely undeserved. There's a difference between this girl and a real fat slob. She's not responsible for her condition.SchoolBoy said:http://www.plentyoffish.com/viewprofile.aspx?sld=1&profile_id=7316890
check out this profile, I don't wanna be mean, but GOOD GOD...
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.
Who gives a fvck HOW she got fat? She's a fvcking balloon.Alle_Gory said:Completely undeserved. There's a difference between this girl and a real fat slob. She's not responsible for her condition.
Myasthenia gravis - is a neuromuscular disease leading to fluctuating muscle weakness and fatiguability. It is an autoimmune disorder
From Wikipedia.
At least read the profiles and try to understand before you make fun.
Really. I can't see that for myself. Thank you for helping me with that.katatonia said:Who gives a fvck HOW she got fat? She's a fvcking balloon.
Let's pretend you were in a wheelchair, and you were immobile. What would you do?Julius_Seizeher said:Oh yes, give her a medal and name a foundation after her, it's so noble how she uses her illness to wh0re for attention, sympathy, and ideological impunity on the internet.
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.
Aww sorry Mr. White Knight did I hurt your girlfriend's feelings? Apologise to her for me.Semtex said:She's got more balls than 99% of the guys here...
Katatonia is 26 years old, yet all he can muster is call disabled people names, something I'd loathe to do even when I was in kindergarten and didnt know any better. Seriously, go kill yourself.
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.