MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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"She's Out of Your League"
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.
What do you think about this guy?
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"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.
wjh
Master Don Juan
What the hell do you think we think about it?
I for one think you're wasting your time with the majority of these articles.
If you really think we need an analysis of this article then maybe I've outgrown this place.
I for one think you're wasting your time with the majority of these articles.
If you really think we need an analysis of this article then maybe I've outgrown this place.
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I dont get it, why would a wife need to "lure" her husband into the woods, couldnt she just say "lets go for a walk" ? And I'm pretty sure feeding him horny goat weed wouldnt have turned him into a sex crazed monster, although I guess considering she looks like a bloated corpse she figured she needed all the help she could get? This has got to be made up, these people are beyond phucked. I'm with wjh.
Just another zombie that will have to be despatched when the zombie apocalypse comes.
Julius_Seizeher
Master Don Juan
I can't wait for the zombie apocalypse, I've got 7 .40 caliber magazines and a couple bolt action bada$$es. I'll go home and weld steel plates around the Kenworth, then get a bunch of guys to ride in a dump trailer behind me, shooting zombies everywhere we go.
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I wouldnt do that, although sounds good on paper that thing will use too much fuel, not to mention the roads will be full of cars and debris, the guys in your trailer will be sitting ducks. I personally would have a trail bike.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Julius_Seizeher
Master Don Juan
Then I need to get a big pushbar welded into the frame of the Kenworth, combine that with the 500 hp Cummins and nothing will stop us. It goes without saying, the first thing I'll do when the alerts come on the radio is go steal a tanker full of diesel. I'd then coordinate other truck guys over the cb and we'd establish our own fuel, food, and weapons storage depot. Ideally, we could find a place with a big fence around it, and not have to destroy it getting inside.
Then I'd scoop up all the women and ensure the continuity of the human race
Then I'd scoop up all the women and ensure the continuity of the human race