Yotsuya-san
Senior Don Juan
I remember I used to have a major hard on for Lt. Gay Ellis, from UFO.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
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 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.
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 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.
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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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'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.