TheLadiesMan
Master Don Juan
Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.