That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
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.
That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
So was it that you didn't finish or was she a double amputee?Chimera said:.5
It was very awkward...
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Then you'd only have .25; you just couldn't resist embellishing your numbers, could 'ya?Chimera said:both, obviously...
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.
How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?Rex Man said:Okay, to help put some things in perspective I will run down the numbers I know to be true for my wings.
My Best friend: 1
My 21 yr Cousin: 48
My 20 yr Cousin: 14
My current best wing: 27
My chubby friend: 0 (it's not because he's chubby I'm just using it to differentiate)
My family man friend (22): 43
My nerdy friend: 0
My oldest brother (32): About 20 give or take
My older cousin and best wing of all fukking time: 90+ ( I THINK 92)
These numbers I am confident about and it shows how people are all over the board.
Well, I'd personally break it down like this.How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?
For me, the vast majority of my number came during my college years (I'm in my Senior year now). In high school, I did ok, but not great.Also, I'd been cool to see where all the A$$ came from. I'd say 5 from club sarging, 5 from work, two friends of girls i nailed and 4 from school.
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.