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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
There were chinese in Hong Kong living in cages during Roman times which is why the Roman empire fell?Fatal Jay said:America = Ancient Rome
same exact things to a T are happening just like how Rome fell. History does repeat itself
I'm sure that will be a real comfort to his daughter, knowing that daddy held Tony blowme's hand and sang Kumbayah as we all circled the toilet bowl.TonyBaloney said:Burroughs,
I think that this is a truly awful piece, but how you can draw a parallel with Americas future warrants further investigation. Not on any possible evidence that you have, but more on your state of mind.
I will be brutally honest here, and say that the rage that you feel which you demonstrate here on the forum, is eating away your peace of mind.
Yes many of us are all too aware of the injustices against many sectors of our brotherhood, but for the love of God can you try to find some good karma?
The ONLY reason that I am writing this, is for the sake of your little girl, whom you've mentioned in a previous post.
I am far from a raving leftie, commy, PC shiit. More possibly further right than you, but honestly, really honestly, do you think that seeing her father so distressed about the world is going to help her become a woman who feels good about men and the world?
I really urge you to find some kind of way of coming to terms with some of your anger...if only that it helps you to bring up a happy daughter, and who herself has a happy marriage, who then produces many happy middle class American grandchildren, who listen to your mellowed views in awe, in your old age.
Good luck Burroughs, and God Bless America
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
Your the kind of selfish cvnt daddy that spawns BPD.( . )( . ) said:I'm sure that will be a real comfort to his daughter, knowing that daddy held Tony blowme's hand and sang Kumbayah as we all circled the toilet bowl.
You may not be a leftard but you sure smell like one.
And lol at any "future" his grown daughter might have. The standard NOW is bitterness and the cold eyes of a cat after the carousel ride is over for most women, Have a guess if it gets any better when we finally do reach critical mass Sherlock.
Mehh, Whatever redirects you getting all pissy over adult conversation toward our current social climate for the 50th time.TonyBaloney said:Your the kind of selfish cvnt daddy that spawns BPD.
Havent heard anything from you except bitterness. You ought to be stripped of the tits tag you got, that should go to a DJ - perhaps you ought to have (0)(0) for eyes wide open and continually fearful.
Grow some balls u scared little boy - real men arent continually whining. For fvcks sake go and jump off a bridge if its that bad
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.