TheLadiesMan
Master Don Juan
Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
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.
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.