Aryan Prince
Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2016
- Messages
- 75
- Reaction score
- 8
- Age
- 48
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Really.... Just because I dont agree with y'all, i dont think so!Troll
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.
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Really.... Just because I dont agree with y'all, i dont think so!Troll
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Nah dude.Is that you Smeagol?
Read the definition of internet troll. Try not to let your lips move as you do.Really.... Just because I dont agree with y'all, i dont think so!
If u wanna call me a troll well theirs nothing I can do about that, ur a moron, nothing u can do about that!!Read the definition of internet troll. Try not to let your lips move as you do.
Thanks Pee Wee.If u wanna call me a troll well theirs nothing I can do about that, ur a moron, nothing u can do about that!!
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Its... you're.Yes really, unless your retarded!
You write in the manner in which you do, to a woman, and you know what she is going to write back....?Its... you're.
I laughed out loudRead the definition of internet troll. Try not to let your lips move as you do.
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.