backbreaker
Master Don Juan
on a saturday night, and you had 20 dollars to buy something to eat... where do you go?
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
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.
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.
+1PRMoon said:Roberto's Taco Shop is my late night drunk stop. Carne asada steak fries soak up the booze like no other. It cures what ails ya.
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.
backbreaker said:on a saturday night, and you had 20 dollars to buy something to eat... where do you go?
nothing beats drunken waffle house IMHO.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
*high fives* Bit of mint sauce, can't go wrong.Ease said:Here in UK we have Kebab shops for this purpose.
Hahahaha, beautiful.backbreaker said:when i was.. 22 years old, one night i decided i ust wanted to go to the strip club, so i went to the strip club, spent some money, got **** faced drunk off white russians and jaggerbombs and i'm driving home and decide i am hungry. so then i see this taco bell, so i get a nacho bell grande and some other crap
anyway, i'm so drunk i started eating the nachos, and fell asleep with one in my mouth, hanging off the couch. how this was physically possible i have no idea but i pulled it off. the chip was logged in my throat and i developed acid reflux from that.
so, let the lesson be learned, do not go to sleep with chips in your mouth hanging up side down
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Nice.backbreaker said:got **** faced drunk off white russians and jaggerbombs and i'm driving home
Roadkill?spider_007 said:grab some discusting street meat.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.