The man @jimjam is clean and sober around five years I believe......jee thats pathetic..
He's also shared his story of successfully pulling himself out of the addiction pit here with the
intention of helping other men. That ain't pathetic.
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.
The man @jimjam is clean and sober around five years I believe......jee thats pathetic..
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.
DMT - the clear scientific explanation of "near death experiences". After reading 7 books on the topic, which provided absolutely zero evidence of an afterlife that wasn't purely anectodal, I was appalled that scientists making the claim of "heaven" didn't address the elephant in the room...DMTMy buddy has some DMT and I'm gonna try. I want to experience death without, you know, DYING. And since DMT is the chemical that is released, I'm so excited. I've heard it is the most amazing and scary thing
It#d be nice to see big boobs flashing before my eyes before I die.The 'life flashing before your eyes' when you die has been attributed to the brain having about ten minutes worth of oxygen left before it dies. During that time, it plays you a nice montage film of your life, a little entertainment for you on your way out.
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.