undesputable
Master Don Juan
Anybody that things h2o did the wrong thing, maybe he did by seriously beating the **** out of the guy, but he deserved it... but then again my worst enemies are homos and feminists so maybe im a bit biased.
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.
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.
Not wannabe cops... just doing what needs to be done.Originally posted by MindOverMatter
on one side you have a dude that kicked the sh!t out of some gay guy who was masturbating to him, and on the other side, you have internet crimefighters/wannabe cops.
the reason i feel comfortable asking for advice about it online is because i don't personally know any of you guys. you don't know the people i hang with or any of my friends/fam, and very few other users here are from north carolina...i doubt anyone else is from the raleigh area. so there's no way you knowing about it could affect me...unless of course, you threaten to turn me in.Originally posted by jason86
One thing is for sure, if something like this happened to me i would definitly not tell another soul. Not even a word off it on the internet. Damn you told your family lol.
yeah, that's almost exactly how it went. they weren't too pleased with the way i handled it either.Originally posted by jason86
Dad: 'How your exam go son'
H20: 'Good but i couldnt really focus properly coz some 40yr old man was jackin off over me in the toilets before i went in for the exam'
Dad: '......'
hey, thanks for the link. actually, i live in north carolina. i looked at the link you posted, and it states that for north carolina, "hate crimes do not include crimes based on sexual orientation." guess i got lucky.Originally posted by Deep Dish
For a full listing of states (updated February 2004), check out http://www.lambda.org/hatemap.pdf . Obviously, different states will have different criteria for what constitutes a hate crime, so roll that dice and see what number comes up.
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.
unless the dude says you did the hate crime because of something else.Originally posted by h2o
hey, thanks for the link. actually, i live in north carolina. i looked at the link you posted, and it states that for north carolina, "hate crimes do not include crimes based on sexual orientation." guess i got lucky.
You acted like the Colonel on "American Beauty".Originally posted by h2o
i'm harmless. i don't know what got into me.
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.
The victems in hate crimes are targeted due to who they "are" not because of what they "did"...Originally posted by crowes22
Deep Dyckhead,
What the fvck categorizes a 'hate crime' exactly?
Is not ALL crime hate crime? Enlighten me please.
--Crowes
Can you read? He said multiple times that the dude opened the door, and was looking right at him! Read...Originally posted by penkitten
how the heck could you see inside the bathroom stall to see what he was doing?
how do you know that he wasnt some crack head with diarreha?
the cracks in the bathroom stalls are not that big.
and if this guy had nothing better to do than to sit in a school stall and stroke his self, im sure he wasnt looking at the passers by, more than likely just looking at what he was stroking.( which doesnt exactly make him gay?)
and ... my question is ...
why in the heck did you even look in the cracks of his stall to see what he was doing? i am getting the funny feeling that if you honest to god peeked in the cracks of his stall, he too could consider you a homo.
i am not totally sure of what happened since i wasnt there, however it seems like a nasty hate crime to me.
And Gio, enjoy the power trip while it lasts. You really should see someone about your addiction.i noticed some eyes looking at me through the wide stall door (between the hinge and the wall). when i turned around, the guy opened the door...he was sitting on the toilet with his legs spread, and rubbing one out as he was staring at me!
Originally posted by GodsGiftToWomen
:crackup:
This is amazing. What a snitch.
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.
Nah, I'm good.Originally posted by MetalFortress
And Gio, enjoy the power trip while it lasts. You really should see someone about your addiction.
This is post-9/11 baby. We don't need diddly.Originally posted by h2o
or rather, do any of you know for a fact if it is actually possible to turn someone in based on something they just wrote on a forum??
No, he assaulted a guy in the bathroom with premeditation and intent.Originally posted by MindOverMatter
it's not like he just walked down the street and randomly assaulted some gay guy.
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.