Yotsuya-san
Senior Don Juan
I remember I used to have a major hard on for Lt. Gay Ellis, from UFO.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
rofl, no kidding! I finally found the vector (swf) source files for all the Windows XP icons/logos, I was so pumped!Getting the vector source files of often used logo's gives me a hard-on
Subspace is awesome. I suffered in High School (mostly 97-98) because of it; stayed up late into the night playing it with friends. I even switched ISPs a few times so I could get better ping times for the game.Originally posted by I-am-someone
I spent an entire year playing a computer game called "SubSpace" for 9 hours a day when I was 17. I still play it every now and then, owning the hell out of everybody.
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.
Haha, send them to me!!Originally posted by skinnydart
rofl, no kidding! I finally found the vector (swf) source files for all the Windows XP icons/logos, I was so pumped!
Yeah, I've been playing it for 5 years now. I used to play in TW as a Terrier, getting 2:1 w/l (Geeky thread, right?Originally posted by Phantasmal
Subspace is awesome. I suffered in High School (mostly 97-98) because of it; stayed up late into the night playing it with friends. I even switched ISPs a few times so I could get better ping times for the game.
I recently had a nostalgia trip for a month or so and played a bunch of Trench Wars, which I don't think existed in my day.
Currently, I play World of Warcraft mostly. That'll be my geek thing for this thread.
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.
Dude...Originally posted by Centaurion
For the last week I've been playing Star Wars:Knights of the Old Republic I and II. Hooking up with Bastilla kinda makes me pop a boner.
It's free, don't worryOriginally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
This Subspace game... can i download it from anywhere? Or do i have to BUY it? .... Anyone got an ftp?![]()
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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.
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.