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
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
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'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.
Again, the amount of fuel required daily to power California alone, would take up all the farm land used for food.GitFiddler said:
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.