Johnnie5
Don Juan
whats your user name in there ??
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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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'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.
You are probably using "Direct Connect" and not DC++.Originally posted by Ragin_Asian
What does it mean by this:
<-MadHouse™,Security-> Your client is banned from this hub by [-Owner-]Maverick because: All clients that don't hash files are banned
I'm connected on it 24-7 but just can't seem to get it working properly
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.
Originally posted by quest
guys, u know how much material i have on my computer?
well, i don't.
i assume that its like 1kb.
i've got "club alpha" (see GGTW) saved in my favourites.
and i've got www.sosuave.com in the drop down bar in the address thing for IE.
and guess what? i meet a kiss close new girls every weekend.
don't worry about all this gimmicky crap.
it WON'T help you.
it just complicates things.
just go and get your ass into the field.
i'd say "learn from your mistakes"
but seriously, you won't even make many mistakes.
girls are needy. you can put them through hell and they'll stick around.
Well, first off, if you only have about 1 kb of DJ related material on your computer you are really not of much interest to this discussion since this is about people sharing what they DO HAVE (and appearantly you have nothing) on DC++.Originally posted by quest
guys, u know how much material i have on my computer?
well, i don't.
i assume that its like 1kb.
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.