VincentNew
Don Juan
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I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.
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.
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.
Thanks, my weightlifting got effed up when the teacher gave us the wrong workout schedule. I was trying to hangclean 125, when I just got to doing 95.novaknight said:Thats a lotta strength gain...percentwise speaking.
Congrats dude.
How do you shoot for a number?Smock said:Thanks, my weightlifting got effed up when the teacher gave us the wrong workout schedule. I was trying to hangclean 125, when I just got to doing 95.
Deadlifts and squats are the same maybe with 5 extra lbs.
12/6/11
Anyway, I am not gone. I hit on two girls last week and just shot for their numbers out of the air after an introduction and a short conversation. One was more serious and the other was just a test of confidence. My friends give me quite a bit of respect for doing what I am doing now. Today, I was walking out of the locker room to wrestling practice when a girl said "Hola" to me. Then, BOOM! Almost like second nature, I stopped and talked to her for a bit and introduced myself. After about a minute or two, I shot for the number. I have noticed that girls get all flustered as if they have never seen this behavior before. She had a friend next to her who gave me her number. I thought it was alright because the girl I was hitting on did not try to stop her from giving me her number.
Practice was great as always, first meet tomorrow. I am not very good at wrestling, but that is the wrong mindset to have. I am in it to win it this year, and no bull****ting myself.
Until then,
Smock
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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
That's what it said when I got my weight certified. I am pretty sure my actual bf is 8% when I tested it myself just a few months ago.Jack Wealthy said:I doubt your bf% is that low. I was around 7 when I was anorexic and I had an eight pack, weighed 59 kilos and was 175cm.
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.
Theres several formulaes online. Choose a good one and stick with it.Smock said:@ohbe
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias=aps&field-keywords=body+fat+caliper
It will probably come with a chart(or whatever) to calculate the measurements. Or punch the numbers into an online calculator.
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.