Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
Help meeeeee!!!!!!!!! I'm on a runaway thread and I wanna get offffffff!!!!!!!!!!
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.
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.
*Reclines on towels.* Geez Pen, these are really soft...What detergent do you use?Originally posted by penkitten
hahahahaha
i thought i seen you hiding in the linen closet...
*Jumps off towels and run to Tenn. to get comforted by my girl.* I feel unclean...Originally posted by penkitten
a l l .. the stain lifter thats all ...
hey dangit that commercial is stuck in my head...Originally posted by Eternal
*Jumps off towels and run to Tenn. to get comforted by my girl.* I feel unclean...
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.
I remember that commercial.Originally posted by penkitten
hey dangit that commercial is stuck in my head...
and thats the jingle...
mr benjamin guy sings it
you remember that show in the 80s about the english butler and the bad kid named wesley? anyhow the butler mr benjamin does the voice over for the all commercial.
Originally posted by penkitten, corrected by Eternal
Get your head in Gio!!!
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.
He was accused of videotaping some sexoring with an underaged girl.Originally posted by penkitten
come to think of it, i think i was about nine or so during the rob lowe crap and they made him leave the show and pretend he went to college because thats when rob lowe became bad..
but i dont remember wtf he did ... except madonna..
I thought that was R. Kelly? Let's not get into that anyway.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
He was accused of videotaping some sexoring with an underaged girl.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Rob was blazing a trail. It was the late 80s.Originally posted by Eternal
I thought that was R. Kelly? Let's not get into that anyway.
I'm sure that's not the only thing he was blazing...Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Rob was blazing a trail. It was the late 80s.
Someone told you this thread was funny? I am not responsible for this dishonest advertising.Originally posted by Sexy_Malibu
When I'm directed to read a funny thread that **** better be REALLY FUNNY.
Disappointed.
< did nothingOriginally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Someone told you this thread was funny? I am not responsible for this dishonest advertising.
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.