protienpowder
Don Juan
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How do I sue?
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.
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.
HAHAHAHAAA......easy there, str8t!STR8UP said:Were you injured?
No? Then the first thing you should do is shove the fork up your ass sideways.
You deserve some pain for being such a greedy SOB.
Go work for your money.
Dumbass
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.
protienpowder said:How do I sue?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
The fork won't even come out of the bottle, the fork end is bigger than the neck of the bottle. How did this happen?Chaos-Knight said:Please post a picture!
...sounds like an inside joke from the ketsup factory,probably
some worker there put it in as a joke.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
g g g unit said:http://abcnews.go.com/US/comments?type=story&id=2863268
This guy should have been given the death penalty for "trying to sue".
Friggin' weirdo.
Btw on your case you probably won't get anything i once found a piece of plastic from the coke machine at disneyland and the guy who served me couldn't speak english.
D!ck Ramsey and Bonhomme would like to have you beleive that a coincidence is not how you would explain these 2 events, but rather that some kind of magical powers that defy science must be involved.STR8UP said:You probably won't believe me when I tell you this, but TWICE, at TWO DIFFERENT restaurants, I found a DRYWALL SCREW in my food.
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.