Is Batman Massacre Staged Terror?
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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.
Ahh, stereotypes... I'm no hero, I'm a realist. I don't understand how anybody could be against the right to defend themself. Then again, I imagine you're probably safe over in New Zealand where I'm assuming you raise sheep.Zunder said:OK Wyatt Earp.
Danger said:Because freedom to defend oneself is pathetic.
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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.
TyTe`EyEz said:Yes, the ability to protect yourself is quite pathetic. I hope you never find yourself face to face with a violent criminal. Some people obtain peace of mind by assuming violence will never find them; I carry a firearm. To each their own, I suppose.
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.
My dad told me the exact same thing yesterday.5string said:I'm sorry my feminized fvcked up generation did this to you younger guys. I really am.
Who Dares Win said:Its interesting the fact that almost the majority of this spree killers are white men aged 16-40 with a high IQ and competence on a certain field.
Even more interesting is that probably most of us here belong to this group of people.
The only explanation I can provide is that this group is the less likely to be able to vent while at the same time the one who has more pressure on it.
You cannot fire a woman or a minority with no conseguences while nobody is gonna give a fvck about an adult white straight guy at least in the tribunal.
Also the hostility of women and the state toward this group is probably playing a big role, dont get me wrong I can imagine plenty of black guys live in poverty or in a violent neightbourhood yet they are not subjected to the strong psychological pressure from society and women.
However I still dont get why those guys kills random people instead of using that anger for their advantage like robbing a bank or kill those who pissed them off,it makes no sense.
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.
Thats wrong completely, living in poverty in a sane family and with a good group of friends is much better than living in a rich neightbourhood confined in your room with divorced parents and no friends.Jaylan said:![]()
You cannot be serious? Any black man on this forum, let alone any minority can tell you that statement is very wrong. We deal with psychological BS all the time, especially from our women let alone women in general. But the more determined black men seek to keep strong because as a black man in America...better yet, as a black man in any Western country...you want to prove all the negative things people depict you as to be wrong.
Btw, if you can acknowledge that many black men grow up in poverty and in violent neighborhoods, in what way is that not psychologically damaging on its own? In which case the bolded sentence is a contradiction. And these neighborhoods are a part of current society and a product of past American society.
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.