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I haven't seen it but just wondering.
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.
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Hahaha! That is so true man! I have a friend that is actually in the street racing scene, and he said all the fast and furious movies do not portray real street racing the way it really is. And after those movies, a ton of kids in their little cars suddenly want to street race.Derek Flint said:It'll be more entertaining hanging around in the parking lot after the movie and watching all the dumb azz ricers wreck their clown cars while trying to emulate the action in the movie.
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.
Yea, the drifting around the chick's car was mean. I was in love with the black and orange rx7 and the v8 right at the end.Infact, it had the best number close I've ever seen
haha, funny you say that. I saw this fricking exotic looking HB9 ( brunette, green eyes, east euro looks, perfect tan, fine ass... ) walk out of the movie with her bf. As soon as me and my mates saw her, our jaws hit the floor. The guy who was African, pretty tall, drove this silver R33 shape skyline sedan with chromes ( a bit disappointing ).I wouldn't recommend this as a date movie. There are scenes where girls show their panties and where chicks are making out (unless your girlfriend is alright with watching that sort of thing). It's not a movie your date will appreciate much.. lol It's as it looks.. a guy movie.
ShizamDaMan said:Yeah the cars in the movies are just riced out with little if anything done under the hood. They stick these whistlers in the tailpipes of cars to simulate turbo spooling, so they don't have to spend $$$$$ on turbo kits.
fair enuf, not all girls are the same.I could tell the girl I was with didn't really appreciate those parts much.
I just loved the part when he starts his car up and the sound of that thing...Haha, in the beginning when he races a rich kid from school with the hot cheerleader girlfriend