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.
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.
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.
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.
From Poland as is recent immigrants? Being a recent immigrant makes you Polish. Being in the USA for 20 odd years makes you an American regardless of where you were born because that is the culture you identify with.C-quenced said:Being born somewhere else doesn't save them they get corrupted quick.
How so?
I have friends that are from Poland and they say they have a preference for American girls.
About that "Married men live 7 years longer" as shown in studies thing...trent81 said:If you want success and good health, marriage is key. This is scientifically proven. That doesn't mean you can't fuvk other women. Only you, the other girl, and the man upstairs should ever know about that though.
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.
This is fvcking fantastic!puma183 said:All those romantic comedies they watch growing up, are just priming them to be meat for the "Family Law" sausage factory.
I wouldn't mind at all. Spread the meme and save some young lives.KarmaSutra said:This is fvcking fantastic!
Do you mind if I quote you in my book brother?
Frakking werd! Thanks for the links too, haven't seen those ones yet.puma183 said:There are some newer sites of the same genre:
http://dontmarry.wordpress.com/
http://weddedabyss.wordpress.com/
There is also this Perkel guy, who probably wrote the first such site, based on his very personal account:
http://www.perkel.com/pbl/married/index.htm
Young men must be constantly reminded that marriage in this legal climate is B.S. All those romantic comedies they watch growing up, are just priming them to be meat for the "Family Law" sausage factory.
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.