iqqi
Master Don Juan
Right.My Name is Nobody said:They can tell with the IP address.
And me and Davenjuan are one and the same, too.
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.
Right.My Name is Nobody said:They can tell with the IP address.
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.
iqqi said:I was actually going to post about a possible drinking problem I might have, but if anyone feels better, this thread actually inspired my gut to throw up for the last 20 minutes. I don't feel much better, however. especially since i threw up my advil.
oh.
and i have an alibi. I was actually on the phone with a sosuaver last night. I don't remember everything I said to him however.![]()
Righhtt!My Name is Nobody said:They can tell with the IP address.
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.
Well who were you talking to and where are they? I come in peace.iqqi said:and i have an alibi. I was actually on the phone with a sosuaver last night. I don't remember everything I said to him however.![]()
thanks for reminding me of that debacle.iqqi said:Right.
And me and Davenjuan are one and the same, too.
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.
Hey wait, the last time I heard I was supposed to be one of Mystery's minion. I need a scorecard.My Name is Nobody said:And I think Francisco is David D.
I might have to disagree (although, I am open to change my mind as I was already married at a young age and cannot relate to the "I rather don't have a relationship in my 20s" part). Here is why, men and women are different from a biological perspective.I'm not "buying" into any value system. I stand by the assertion that if you haven't had a "real" relationship by the time you're 30, there's something very broken and damaged inside of yourself. I will always stand by that. I've seen it time and time again..in women AND men. There are exceptions (bad luck, etc.) but for the most part it holds true.
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.
Hmmmm....you ARE a woman.HOMBRE said:The real men I know are completely their own men. They're not concerned with how the media portrays them.
Oh and...they don't watch Friends either.![]()
So we agree here. Yes, Real Women are/were wrong to be annoyed about how they're portrayed in the media. If they were Real Women they wouldn't give a rat's ass. They'd just be secure in who they are.Nighthawk said:They do if their girlfriend wants to.
Ok, stay androgynous if that's what floats your boat. But if you don't want to read my responses, don't ask questions.
I'll ask all the questions I want to. You don't have to answer. Any questions I ask aren't solely directed at you anyway.
But in short, no Real Men don't take their cues from the media, they just are. But were 'real women' wrong to be annoyed by how they were portrayed by the media in the past? And don't children need some guidance in their gender roles from society?
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.