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Shamrocks seem played out and I want something Irish. I always thought harps were cool.
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.
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.
Well as I mentioned in a previous reply here, I got a temporary tattoo or a rose a while ago and it looked better than what I thought it would look like, and the add-ons that I spoke about will hopefully make it look really nice.Originally posted by rapsta
Why would u wanna do a tattoo? I'm just curious..
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.
Sounds kewl... let us know when u find oneOriginally posted by Wyldfire
I want to eventually get a female centaur just above my left ankle...IF I can ever find a design I like.
I've been saying I'm going to get one for 10 years and haven't yet.Originally posted by ~ªêQµïTª$~
Sounds kewl... let us know when u find one![]()
Laterz..
lol... well then get one already!Originally posted by Wyldfire
I've been saying I'm going to get one for 10 years and haven't yet.
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 like d*ck?Originally posted by animal crackers
I got this about 6 months ago. Looking back I sort of regret it, but I feel it represents what I'm all about...
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What?! Harleys hardly work there sister. I'd much rather ride then constanlty look for overpriced parts for my broken overpriced hog.Originally posted by Wyldfire
If it's not a Harley it's a hardly...
Crotch rockets are gay...and Harleys are sexay.Originally posted by PRMoon
What?! Harleys hardly work there sister. I'd much rather ride then constanlty look for overpriced parts for my broken overpriced hog.
Tats are phat when I move to Miami I'm getting Janus wings on my shouler blades and a mettalic red and blue Honda 1000RR to match them...and smoke Harleys...which isn't hard because they're always on the side of the road.
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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.