TheLadiesMan
Master Don Juan
Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
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.
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.
Hang in there, rustler. I have been tobacco-free ONE YEAR this week, after burning them for almost 23 years.TheLadiesMan said:Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
Dilberto said:Hang in there, rustler. I have been tobacco-free ONE YEAR this week, after burning them for almost 23 years.
My experience:
First week was TOTAL HELL. For me, the urge to automatically light-up was absolutely maddening. I ended-up relying heavily on nicotine gum, for the first three months. It helped. Now, I don't even think about cigarettes.
After six months, I realized I gained 65lbs. Not good. I strained and grunted at everything from picking objects up, to tying my own shoes. My waist went up four sizes. It sucked buying new(larger) clothes every month. Then- I made the investment......I bought myself a high-end($700) mountain bike. Getting myself to ride it regurlarly took TONS of willpower, from my lazy ass.
At eight months, I had a full physical exam done- to assess the damage weight-gain and prolonged tobacco use had brought. It was an eye opener. My lung capacity was so poor......I had extreme difficulty blowing-up a small balloon, and almost collapsed on the treadmill. Doc said to take 2000mg of vitamin C daily, eat more veggies and start exercising........or I would be dead by age 55. I took his advice.
Four months later- I can ride my bike to ascend a 10% grade for four miles, without rest. My post-smoking weight gain is completely GONE....and then some. My waist size is now 32 inches, and I now realize I have a set of ripped abs. Doc said keep up the balanced diet, exercise and supplements, and my body should heal like it never smoked......within five years.
I finally did the math on my spending, while addicted to tobacco. The money I spent on cancer sticks could have easily gone to my retirement nest-egg. I estimated I spent over $20k on systematically killing myself. If I invested that money in a moderate-risk, growth Mutual Fund.......I would now have almost $100k!
....well, it's never too late!
Kick The Butts......for good.
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.
Ahahahaha, I didn't use drugs for like 6 months after watching that movie, scared the sh!t out of me.Jon55 said:Kinda like never having done drugs, and then watching Requiem for a Dream.