Maxtro
Master Don Juan
Booo!
The Oscars are pointless.
The Oscars are pointless.
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.
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 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.
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.
If by this you mean it had nothing to do with the reality of Iraq, then you are right.PRMoon said:I loved The Hurt Locker. This was pretty much Platoon for the modern generation.
The Matrix still has you."... if you know anything about the Army, or about operations or life in Iraq, you'll be so distracted by the nonsensical sequences and plot twists that it will ruin the movie for you. It certainly did for me."
"the way the team goes about their missions is completely absurd,"
"while the film accurately depicted the scale of bomb violence and the relations between Iraqis and troops, "just about everything else wasn’t realistic.""
"I was amazed that a movie so bad could get any kind of accolades from anyone."
"A review published March 8, 2010 in the Air Force Times[43] cited overall negative reviews from bomb experts in Iraq attached to the 4th Brigade, 1st Armored Division, quoting a bomb disposal team leader who called the movie’s portrayal of a bomb expert “grossly exaggerated and not appropriate”, and describing the lead character as “more of a run and gun cowboy type…exactly the kind of person that we’re not looking for.” Another bomb disposal team member said that the lead character’s “swagger would put a whole team at risk. Our team leaders don’t have that kind of invincibility complex, and if they do, they aren’t allowed to operate. A team leader’s first priority is getting his team home in one piece.”"
"Some of the scenes are so disconnected with reality to be almost parody."
I understand that artistic license has to be taken with how "real" things are otherwise you can end up with a boring film. My problem is that films like this are so far away from reality that they break my suspension of disbelief.Quiksilver said:There were plenty of "facepalm" moments I had in the Hurt Locker where I thought to myself "hey that ain't realistic at all!", but guess what? I got past that and realized that it's a FICTIONAL STORY and the writers and directors can do whatever they want with it.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Maxtro said:Honestly, I have never seen the Hurt Locker. I have no interest in war movies and even less interest in the Iraq war.
After reading the previous comments I'm amazed it won the awards it did. Maybe I'll rent it for a buck and see if it deserved anything.
lolMikeBrown30 said:So you made this thread without having seen The Hurt Locker?
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I didn't have to see it to know that Avatar would be more deserving of the Best Picture award.MikeBrown30 said:So you made this thread without having seen The Hurt Locker?
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Yep that's what i mean. My dad and his friends say the same kinda thing about platoon and I still like that movie. I should note that I also like western films and these war genre movies are pretty much dressed up versions of that. Ofcourse it's not accurate or anything but it's a good movie going experience. I really liked the sniper duel scene, that kicked a$$.Luthor Rex said:If by this you mean it had nothing to do with the reality of Iraq, then you are right.
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.