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.
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.
lakeshore said:that may be true, but there has to be a trigger or catylist i would think
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.
no wonder you were so against me on the assault thread. You're a drug addict, LOLfertileTurtle said:I smoke lots of weed. I feel it almost every day.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I personally have nothing against weed smokers, I used to be a daily smoker... One thing that always drove me insane is people who smoke weed and discuss topics like:Cr1msonKing said:A little ganja never hurt nobody.
With all due respect. You think that really had anything to do with it? The only people who know I smoke are the people I want to know. I hide it well. You wouldn't know I smoked if you knew me, unless I knew you were down with it. I also know of quite a few people in positions of power and even a couple of Judges and so many police officers and lawyers who smoke or are cool with it I can't even name them all.Wiesman44 said:no wonder you were so against me on the assault thread. You're a drug addict, LOL
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.
Wiesman44 said:Not at all. Read up on meditating. There's a lot of info there. I recommend everyone to meditate for at least 5 mins per day. Very good for you.
Oh yeah. I quit drinking too. I don't have anything wrong with me really. I think it was more in my head than anything else. I'm not against medicinal MJ, btw, but I really didn't have a good reason to use it every day like that.Bible_Belt said:I have something wrong with me that makes me sick almost every time I wake up. If I don't smoke I end up throwing up throughout the day
How's your stomach, though? I'm not trying to scare you, but that sounds like Crohn's disease, which is commonly self-medicated with mj. I have heard that Marinol is like eating a brownie. It's not easy to get prescribed, but it is at least legal.