Read this and tell me why alcohol and tobacco are legal but weed is not.
http://www.drugwarfacts.org/causes.htm
http://www.drugwarfacts.org/causes.htm
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
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.
You give me a break. It's a well known fact that Harry Anslinger ran a campaign of racism in order scare white people into supporting marijuania laws.GitFiddler said:Blatant Racism???? Give me a fvcking breaK!
Originally, it was because of paper. Dow Jones was patenting their wood pulp paper making machines, while someone else was developing the hemp paper making machines, so they played the drug card, and financed the movie Reefer Madness, to brainwash to whole country into thinking marijuana was "evil."
It stayed illegal, because hemp is the most useful plant on the planet, and can be used for everything from cheaper, higher quality food, paper, fabrics, and cheaper, higher quality less addictive medicines (you cant patent a natural plant) , as well as a cheaper, better, more efficient and renewable replacement for petroleum, among MANY other things, which would save the planet, our country, our wallets, and basically make life better for everyone.
This would put a lot of corporations out of business, so they pay the politicians LOTS of money to make sure it stays illegal.
That's the gist of it, coming from a non pot smoker.
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.
FYI, Hemp and smokable cannabis are two different things completely. Read a book.GitFiddler said:Blatant Racism???? Give me a fvcking breaK!
That's the gist of it, coming from a non pot smoker.
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.
Again, the amount of fuel required daily to power California alone, would take up all the farm land used for food.GitFiddler said:
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.