Oh man...you need to get yourself some real food.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
I just had a giant packet of Cheezos and a can of coke.
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.
Oh man...you need to get yourself some real food.Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
I just had a giant packet of Cheezos and a can of coke.
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.
Um...that was random.Originally posted by Dimebag_Darrell
you better call the bug man because your t-w-a-t is a hive
Mt. Dew...it's ALL about the Dew.Originally posted by Brian20o2
I'll open a can of pepsi to that.![]()
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.
Dude, even if i was stoned whats the point of bashing it. ITS GOOD FOR YAOriginally posted by JC Jerkson
LOL you didn't name yourself Dimebag_Darell for nothing.
Must must be so high right now.
JC Jerkson
You wish my mom would even look at your sorry ass, she'd be like "JC Jerkson? What the f*ck is that, Anal Lube?"Originally posted by JC Jerkson
No.
Actually YOUR mom and me make a great couple.
:flowers:
JC Jerkson
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.
Just because I shared my duck doesn't mean I'm gonna go look at your fish bowl.Originally posted by JC Jerkson
Actually Wyld we're in my house. Don't worry I already kicked them out.
Let's go upstairs I want to show you my new fish tank.
JC Jerkson
Every mother always over-exagurates subjects about their kids.Originally posted by Wyldfire
The girls have been chasing him since he was 10 years old. He likes girls but I've raised both of my sons properly. They aren't clingy, needy, desperate and they don't get all ga ga over girls. I have good looking boys. They never chase girls. The girls always chase them. The one that got the visitor gets chased worst of the two. The last place we lived he had two neighborhood girls following him around, calling, coming to the door, showing up at his work, the skate park, etc. Poor kid couldn't escape them.
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.
hahahaOriginally posted by thederekeffect1
Every mother always over-exagurates subjects about their kids.
But good for you. Raising your boys to become men. I was raised by a woman and look where I am. Posting here.![]()
I can't cook anything beyond 2-minute noodles (and I even overcooked it once and blew water all over the stove). My real food comes from mum (2500 miles away).Originally posted by Wyldfire
Oh man...you need to get yourself some real food.
Take a cooking class...Originally posted by diplomatic_lies
I can't cook anything beyond 2-minute noodles (and I even overcooked it once and blew water all over the stove). My real food comes from mum (2500 miles away).
I even considered finding a hot girlfriend who could cook. Then I realised that was a paradox.
My older son is more tolerant than my younger son. He's more giving and attentive but not to the extent where it's bad for him. His ex girlfriend has Borderline Personality Disorder and was not easy to deal with. He was able to deal with her pretty well for how she was. He's not an emotional guy, and for the most part, he just doesn't care one way of the other. It's infuriating for me, as his mother, but it helps him deal with girlfriends better.Originally posted by The_Shezzler
Damn, that sounds exactly like me - only i was to AFC to think of girls in that way
Looking back - i could have lost my virignity at aged 10, sh1t!
Ahhh well - its all good now
As for dinner - i had a Jacket potatoe with beans...
Sarge On...
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.