so I just thought of this. If your ever at a chicks house and you need to take a s*it what do you do? I mean I dont mind taking a s*it but when I s*it it stinks.What should I do about the smell? Anyone here have any good tips?
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 made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Wait... Let me get this straight... You're telling him to eat poorly so he doesn't have to **** as often?Originally posted by Stuntmann
I don't have to take sh1t that often. Except when I eat fruit and other fiber. Maybe adjusting diet?
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.
Not a concern unless you fart directly at the burning match.Heart Break Kid said:Matches are good. I'm unsure if you'd have to worry about methane being highly flammable. Probably not a concern.
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.
clean the toliet?speakeasy said:Here's the second dilemma to the original posters question. So let's say you're at your girls house, take a dump, and then you see there's streaks at the bottom of the toilet. You look for a scrub brush, and there ain't one. You flush the toilet a couple more times and it's still there. Now whatcha gonna do?
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What do you do if you are in this situation???speakeasy said:Here's the second dilemma to the original posters question. So let's say you're at your girls house, take a dump, and then you see there's streaks at the bottom of the toilet. You look for a scrub brush, and there ain't one. You flush the toilet a couple more times and it's still there. Now whatcha gonna do?
:crazy: