TheLadiesMan
Master Don Juan
Still without a pack of Newports. Feeln.... ok.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
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.
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.