Ken785
Master Don Juan
...complete bad as$...he tooled Frank Shamrock tonight and destroyed a legend. Give it up for Cung, he silenced the haters...Vietnam stand up!
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
MMA fighters are a bunch of freakin animals and they PROMOTE violence.ThunderMaverick said:
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.
They are still animals and I don't respect them.ThunderMaverick said:Because he made a choice to get paid to block his opponent's fist with his face?
Did you watch the fight? Very smart and very technical.
If they were being animals they'd bite each other and rip each other's skin off. The winner would the go on to set the loser's body on fire and eat him.
Give me a break. It's brutal yes. It's awful yes. It's a sport. A lot of training and strategy to go into it.
That much I respect.
.........stuka1939 said:They are still animals and I don't respect them.
I respect Martial Artists and I am ALL FOR self-defense, but not this nonsense.
Are you also a vegetarian? What about a Communist? How about this transfer of taxes to investment bankers? What about Che Guevaro, do you respect him?stuka1939 said:They are still animals and I don't respect them.
I respect Martial Artists and I am ALL FOR self-defense, but not this nonsense.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Gay? you guys are sub human for supporting that stuff.Trinitron said:Stuka you're gay. Grow a pair.
Also, beating Shamrock isn't such an accomplishment any more.
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.
Pfft. Almost all of the guys I meet training MMA are gentlemen, unlike kick boxing and boxing where the egos are massive (in some clubs).stuka1939 said:Gay? you guys are sub human for supporting that stuff.
Two guys in the ring acting like animals.
Atleast boxing is more sophisticated and has class.
Your a total GIRL stuka...jesus man...youre 31, grow a penis already!.stuka1939 said:Gay? you guys are sub human for supporting that stuff.
Two guys in the ring acting like animals.
Atleast boxing is more sophisticated and has class.
Bible_Belt said:Thanks for posting the video link.
Stuka, you respect "martial artists" and boxers, but mma fighters are simply a combination of the two. Boxing is even more bloody and brutal than mma - cuts are just as bad, brain damage is worse from getting a long pounding to the head from those big padded gloves.
LS, to my knowledge, there have been two deaths resulting from mma matches, but both instances involve a fighter having a previously undetected heart condition. Any strenuous activity will kill a few people.
I've been training mma four nights a week since December, and am looking to have my first cage fight in Sep-Oct of this year. Almost a year of training will go into a fight that will probably be over within a minute or two. Given that I'm already 32, I've never going to make it to the UFC. People keep asking me why I am doing this. The best answer I can give is "to see if I can." I train with the best dojo of fighters around. For the first couple of months, I got my ass kicked up and down every night. Now everyone says I am getting much better, and I have started to actually be able to make other fighters tap out on occasion. Despite my body being a constant rainbow of bruises, I'm now in the best shape I've been in since high school. I started out at about 170 pounds. Now I'm 160, but look 185, body fat keeps dropping from the intense cardio, arms and chest getting bigger. Submission grappling is one hell of a workout.
Training to fight has actually taken much of the fight out of me in daily life, made me much less of an animal. I tend to just laugh at tough guy sh!t talkers these days. I don't need a chance to prove anything, as I get that chance on the mat at every mma class. I've also learned that there is an inverse relationship between sh!t-talking and actual ability. Every time we hold a cage fight, there will be guys in the audience talking about how big and bad they are and how they would kick all kinds of ass in the cage. But then after they go home and sober up, we never see them again, lol. It's only outside the dojo that guys talk sh!t, because inside, they are forced to back up their words.
mma is swallowing other fighting sports. Boxing goes downhill every year; big stars are going to the UFC. Other than Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which has exploded in popularity due to its success as an art in the octagon, other martial arts like the various types of Karate and TQD are all declining in popularity. Bruce Lee saw all of this happening thirty years ago, which is why his art of Jeet Kune Do preached that the best style is no style. Modern mma has become just that - no style, formed from a mixture of every style.
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.