You shouldn't use it at all...misterethoughts said:As others mentioned. It's great for creativity, but should not always be over used.
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 shouldn't use it at all...misterethoughts said:As others mentioned. It's great for creativity, but should not always be over used.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
How's that? I know some guys who do weed and a pretty chill...Darth said:Getting high on drugs is very un Don Juan.
And how is that exactly? There is no exact definition for a Don Juan, except that a Don Juan is someone who seduces women. That is all. Smoking weed has nothing to do with it; it doesn't make me a good role model for little kids, but it doesn't stop me from being a Don Juan. Are you going to tell me cussing is un Don Juan like too? You have to fight for the fairer justice? You have to believe in God? You should just stop talking period, you're saying some very foolish foolish things.Darth said:Getting high on drugs is very un Don Juan.
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.
What a narrow minded statement.apusislaya said:You just parroting what TV says. If you knew and was aware what weed is for you'd have a different attitude, in fact you wouldn't be a slave. :kick: