SamTheHobit
Master Don Juan
She should be a Mormon 
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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
I may not know what good quality is, but I certainly know what it isn't lol!LiveFreeX said:Been suffering from extremely violent bouts of food poisioning the last couple of days. My wife hasn't slept in nearly 48 hours, she's watched me like a hawk and made sure even though I spent most of my time in the fetal position covered in my own vomit and diahrea that I was warm, taken care of and had the right medicines. She cleaned off my face, helped me shower, go to the bathroom, sang me to sleep, changed my fever wraps, fed me and frequently changed my barf bucket. Wouldn't be here today writing this post if it wasn't for her.
THAT is a good woman and that's why she's my wife. I don't think you guys know what quality is.
Just as a side note: If you ever start blacking out after a major bout of diahrea, take a potassium pill or you'll go into cardiac arrest.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
whatever floats your boatabe0 said:If you leave the sex part out....my dog Chuck fits those definitions!! Abe
Mine is cooking dinner right now after she made sangria, she cooks every night. She would do the same as what your wife did. Foreign women are the best! Once you go foreign you don't go back. Why'd you get sick? Maybe you ate some of that gutter oil. Hope your wife is cooking for you it should be mandatory.LiveFreeX said:Been suffering from extremely violent bouts of food poisioning the last couple of days. My wife hasn't slept in nearly 48 hours, she's watched me like a hawk and made sure even though I spent most of my time in the fetal position covered in my own vomit and diahrea that I was warm, taken care of and had the right medicines. She cleaned off my face, helped me shower, go to the bathroom, sang me to sleep, changed my fever wraps, fed me and frequently changed my barf bucket. Wouldn't be here today writing this post if it wasn't for her.
THAT is a good woman and that's why she's my wife. I don't think you guys know what quality is.
Just as a side note: If you ever start blacking out after a major bout of diahrea, take a potassium pill or you'll go into cardiac arrest.
LiveFreeX said:Unfortunately because of the lack of control and rampant corruption here the store bought food is frequently tainted with all sorts of bad stuff. I got off pretty easy actually... we read an article that about 34 school children were hospitalized because of the yogurt... found RAT POISON in it. I was just out for a couple days. There are things much worse than gutter oil here...wish I still had the articles, would post them for you guys to read, you wouldn't believe the stuff they do.
Yeah man foreign women for the win. I honestly, don't even remember what American women were like, been around these girls so long.
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.
glass half full said:I've seen some of the articles of what is being sold as food there. We have some food issues in U.S. too that aren't so widely known yet, but it's out there. What I've heard from China though...is disgusting.
I admire that the women over there are so good, they could teach the self-entitled brats here a thing or two.
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.