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Master Don Juan
I'm usually pretty paternal and caring about children, but I can imagine that kids on a cruise ship are pretty much like this brat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZA8GrRmOaA&t=0m22s
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.
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.
Right. They talk about the alpha male a lot here. Can you imagine your tribe being attacked by another tribe, and the first thing the alpha male does is run away?Bible Belt said:And beyond that, it's the tradition of leadership. If you won't put yourself in harm's way for anyone else, that's fine, but then you have no business being in charge. The leader of the pack fights the stray dog - in this case the stray dog was the sea.
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.
Yes, I defnitely agree with that.Danger said:I do call bull$hit on the whole convention that women have managed to erect in the last 30 years. Women, like anyone else, will take full advantage of their position. This particular one is that women will lay claim to the benefits from both genders but leave all of the costs to men.
I've heard this discussed before. He tried to get up on the door, but it wasn't stable enough to support both of them. So his choice was to either let her stay on it, or to push her off into the sea and commandeer it himself. Is that what you would have done?I still laugh when I think about the movie Titanic. How the sappy AFC Leo who just met the slutty red head girl on the ship a few days ago was ready to give his life for this b1tch by freezing to death instead of pushing her fat ass slightly aside so he too can have some space on the floating piece of wood. If this happened in reality you know that the red head girl would move on with her life in no time and will be riding some other's dude c0ck while Leo's corpse gets eaten by fish on the bottom of the ocean floor. Good sacrifice buddy, it was worth
This.Danger said:I don't disagree about the captain. And I don't disagree about helping others either.
However it seems you are suggesting a man who looks out for himself first is weak?
And your notion that not helping a woman is the equivalent to ripping lifejackets off of women and children is laughable and typical of black and white feminist shaming methods.
Your statement, when boiled down to it's core, is essentially the same as an entitled womans thinking process. You are not a man if you do not sacrifice yourself for 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.
But ist this my problem?Atom Smasher said:Ever notice what women generally do in emergency situations? They become paralyzed with fear. They simply can't think of what to do. We are capable of making instantaneous decisions, and they are not. Of course there is a small percentage of exceptions but this is generally true.