comic_relief
Master Don Juan
Why won't skip troll a site like that?!?
*shivers*
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*shivers*
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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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
could you handle a hippo? I sure as hell couldn't! I do a neghit and she eats me :nervous:ExploringOne said::shudders: Hippos complaining that many men can't handle them... wtf has this world come to...
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.
never again.Vulpine said:Well, live and let live. Good for them for being "happy". I can't relate, however. I did the fat thing and was very unhappy.
damn, I guess we've taken the wrong approach to "Health and Fitness".Weightgain
Discussion on fattening, growing, feeding, eating, progress reports and sightings.
Ewwww!!! Fatty Fuzzy Navel Sex... Ewwwww!!!RedPill said:Well hey, there is one thing that fat women and only fat women are good for, and that's navel sex.![]()
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.
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.
Sure I can. I'd neg hit her with something her size - here honey, just stand on these train tracks, and the beutician will make you beautiful.comic_relief said:could you handle a hippo? I sure as hell couldn't! I do a neghit and she eats me :nervous:
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Seriously WHAT THE FU<K?am 5"7 195ibs, 34 years old wondering when I should start to see fat to roll over my jeans? my goal 250ibs . am over what the fat diet cal. on this site says on intake . i trying to gain 10 ibs a mounth. just wondering ? thanks
Ok, i'm extremely angry now, i'm going to kick a sh!tstorm up about this.A bit to thin for my taste but you are still a sexy womwn
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.