Quagmire911
Master Don Juan
How much fish oil are you getting in?
And I hope that was a joke about double time at the gym...
Quagmire
And I hope that was a joke about double time at the gym...
Quagmire
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.
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.
5 1000mg caps in the morning and the same at night. And no, I am not joking about double time.Quagmire911 said:How much fish oil are you getting in?
And I hope that was a joke about double time at the gym...
Quagmire
You don't need the double time, it doesn't work like that. 10g fish oil is a good start but I would recommend you doubled the dose at some point.KarmaSutra said:5 1000mg caps in the morning and the same at night. And no, I am not joking about double time.
Karma READ this again:KarmaSutra said:MEAL 3 - 3 dbl cheeseburgers no bread
meal 4 - can of whole tomatoes
I'm eating the natural peanut butter in between breaks.
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.
increase your fibre intake. aim for 2lbs of assorted (green) vegetables a dayKarmaSutra said:My stomach felt like I was going to give birth to a bowling ball so I haven't really eaten today. However:
No man! I'll eat a couple of tablespoons twice a day or so. Jesus, who the fvck could eat a jar of peanut butter everyday? That's a fvcking brickmaker worse than morphine.Warboss Alex said:increase your fibre intake. aim for 2lbs of assorted (green) vegetables a day
keep tabs on your peanut butter intake. it's okay to eat but if you're eating a jar a day then umm.. forget about losing weight. lol
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.
I just bought 2 jars of real organic ground cinnamon so I'll give that a try too. I take cinnamon capsules every day with my pills but haven't really seen any significant gain.Bible_Belt said:This is a good thread. Good luck, Karmasutra.
fwiw, if you go to www.whfoods.com and type in 'insulin' in the search box, you will get a list of foods that have natural insulin-regulating properties. I have read about third-world diabetics too poor to afford insulin who have been able to regulate their blood sugar by eating a lot of cinammon.
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.
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.