I would go back and keep asking waitresses if they are Sarah Connor, so that machines could comfortably rule mankind, forcing them to toil at keyboards connected via Skynet. I gather that this idea is acceptable to your culture?
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
You're right, but the biggest problem is that most of the idiots actually believe Gore would have been different than Bush. The two parties represent the same monied interest. We would have still had wars for Israel.Potbelly said:What an idiot. Democracy is bullsh1t when most of the population is a composed of idiots.
Evidence: bush got elected....TWICE
Dare I ask why?Down Low said:I'd go back to the Roman Republic as a demigod seer. Get in good with the main politicians by giving them timely advice. Then I'd advise them to make peace with the barbarians by offering them vast territories in North Africa and the Middle East to rule as brutally as they wished. I'd skip ahead several years at a time so my lifetime could cover many centuries. I'd prevent the formation of an empire, and prevent it from splitting into West and East. I'd advance the armies into the Arabian peninsula and prevent Mohammedism from ever being invented. Generation after generation would steadily conquer everything between the Sahara and the Arctic -- then move east, crush the Mongols and other mounted steppe armies, definitively vanquish and colonize Persia and India -- and over a thousand years, make Eurasia into a single unified power that could overwhelm and dismember China and fvck it out of existence.
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.
You don't need a time machine for that. Just patienceDesdinova said:I'd travel to about 4 years into the future and fvck my ex's best friend's daughter (who would be 20 years old at that point). Then I'd tell my ex that I'm marrying the girl. The look on her face would be priceless.
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.