LucidDreamer
Don Juan
Uh, don't you mean the X5, the M5 is a sports car, didn't mean to break your backOriginally posted by backbreaker
2003 BMW M5 (SUV)
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.
Uh, don't you mean the X5, the M5 is a sports car, didn't mean to break your backOriginally posted by backbreaker
2003 BMW M5 (SUV)
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.
Now it's time to discover that selling out and betraying your principles for snatch is sheer death to your integrity. If you're willing to buy into the ongoing brainwashing of American society, you don't deserve to spread your seed in the first place.Originally posted by Delta
alas, i only recently discovered that despising status symbols and 'keepin it real' is shear death to the women.
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.
You just got no game.slitherjef said:A bus.
Yup
Looks like I will not be getting any anytime soon, huh
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.
you're missing a center cap mateRollo Tomassi said:
old picture.wolf116 said:you're missing a center cap mate
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
I think the r6 is better than the r1, but then again, both are sexy as hellBible_Belt said:0-60 in about three seconds and 165+ mph is a rush:
http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x252/dotheopposite/R1crop.jpg
After having gotten into bikes, pretty much every car I could ever afford felt slow, so I went for looks and handling over speed and got a non-turbo Stealth RT. The dohc V6 gives great low-end torque for a V8. It will rape most single-cam V6s stoplight-to-stoplight and at least hang with most V8s off the line. The low and wide stance of the Stealth also makes it corner well. It's a fun car
http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x252/dotheopposite/HPIM0202.jpg
Every woman so far has loved the Stealth. It is damn sexy for a $3,000 car.
So I need a car to have gamemeitenesrigas said:You just got no game.
http://www.hereinreality.com/more_funny_pics/albums/userpics/10001/pimp_school_bus~0.jpg
How my lair (of one) rolls. You should see the interior. It is as furry as one of Mystery's hats.
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.