Crimson Tide
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JFK Jr. was the ultimate DJ. I gotta have the hair, 'brah.
http://www.melonpatch.net/jfk/afterwed.jpg
http://www.melonpatch.net/jfk/afterwed.jpg
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.
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.
Master Bates said:Take all the jizz you blow from jerking off to pictures of JFK Jr. all the time, rub between palms, and massage backwards into blow-dried hair.
What do you mean? I am the master don juan, and my last name is bates, so.......djapprentice said:Funny, how this is coming from a dude called Master Bates![]()
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Master Bates said:What do you mean? I am the master don juan, and my last name is bates, so.......
.........oh sh*t!
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.
I got my hair like this.Crimson Tide said:JFK Jr. was the ultimate DJ. I gotta have the hair, 'brah.
http://www.melonpatch.net/jfk/afterwed.jpg