Yotsuya-san
Senior Don Juan
I remember I used to have a major hard on for Lt. Gay Ellis, from UFO.
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.
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.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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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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.
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.