She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
My area is known for artsy counter-culture. People, including community guys, pride themselves on not knowing about sports, celebrities and popular music. I've been saying that we should try to learn about these common interests to give us material to talk about in set, especially if we are going for party gals. What do you think? Should a guy keep his ignorance or educate himself about mainstream culture and thereby dilute his uniqueness>switch said:*does not know Jay-z*
*does not recognize billie holiday*
....speechless at his own ignorance
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
It seems like it bothers you a little bit that she might not recognize him. For what it's worth I have never listened to a whole Jay Z song all the way through on purpose, I likely pass by anything on the television with him being interviewed, and don't even listen to his type of music. I would absolutely recognize him if I saw him, especially if we were on camera, and definitely if we talked. This lady didn't and she's better off than me for it.gringoverde said:As far as the lady not being "plugged into pop culture," I think that most of us wouldn't imagine seeing Jay-Z on the train even if we met someone who looked or acted like him. She might even recognize his music, but just not have watched enough music videos/interviews to know his face.
Game artsy counter-culture girls.My area is known for artsy counter-culture. People, including community guys, pride themselves on not knowing about sports, celebrities and popular music. I've been saying that we should try to learn about these common interests to give us material to talk about in set, especially if we are going for party gals. What do you think? Should a guy keep his ignorance or educate himself about mainstream culture and thereby dilute his uniqueness>
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
:cuss:My opinion, people need to realize that Kanye West, Jay Z, all the other dudes are the new Beatles and rolling stones of today.
Rap isn't really evolving. I've never been a huge fan but grew up with it and even a non-fan can tell it used to be much better.Idk just my opinion, I think it's cool to see how music has evolved and how it's evolving, my thinking is that the people who hate it are the minority and no one cares about them
Can't tell if this is sarcasm or not. People like you are why America is such a celebrity d!ck worshipping country. Who gives a fvck if not everyone recognizes or cares for jayz's photograph, the fact that it bothers you....lolgringoverde said:Yeah, FairShake, it bothers me that this old lady doesn't recognize Jay-Z. It's like she think that she's better than the rest of us or something. I understand not being plugged into pop culture, but she'd have seen the cameras with him. You'd think that she'd at least have the courtesy to ask for his autograph!
I like artsy counter-culture girls. My favorites are crazy Latina gals. However, as a Seattle activity organizer, I've found it's easier to get a group together to sarge a night club that an art gallery. Also, I haven't gotten nearly as many make-outs at art galleries and social dances as I have at night clubs.
I assume (hope?) you're kidding.gringoverde said:Yeah, FairShake, it bothers me that this old lady doesn't recognize Jay-Z. It's like she think that she's better than the rest of us or something. I understand not being plugged into pop culture, but she'd have seen the cameras with him. You'd think that she'd at least have the courtesy to ask for his autograph!
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.