Yotsuya-san
Senior Don Juan
I remember I used to have a major hard on for Lt. Gay Ellis, from UFO.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.