sh*tdrinker
Don Juan
iM 6'3 AND I CANT DUNK!!! What can i do to get some UPS!!!!
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.
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.
Yo dawg, good advice except for that whole getting your head above the rim thing...that's kinda hard **** ya know?Originally posted by Mr. Mystery
Jumping squats, calve raises, and sprints.
Also, flexitbility has alot to do with hops.
I have been told alot lately that I'm like 6'4, but I measured myself the other day and I'm only 6'1.
I have a friend that is 6' and when we hold our arms up, he has got 2 inches on me! I can dunk, he can't, or at least I used to be able to dunk, I haven't been ballin in about a year.
I used to get up enough to dunk easy, but my arms are short and I can't palm a ball. I used to have to either do it with two hands, or cuff it. Everybody thought it was so cool that I cuffed it when I dunked, but I just couldn't palm it.
I'm white. Hops aren't something I was born with, I still don't think I really had any hops when I was dunking back in the day. But I got my hops by doing jumping squats, calve raises, and sprints, along with balling every day for a few hours.
The reason I'm so skinny now is because of all the cardio I got from playing ball all day every day.
I plan on getting back into as a hobby once I get some pounds on me.
But like Shiftkey said, alot of it is in your head.
Try to just run up to the rim and grab it, but don't grab it till your jump reaches its peak, try to get your head above the rim. Do this without a ball. It will show you just how high you really can jump, and give you confidence in your jumping ability.
Mr. Mystery
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.
haha!Originally posted by dave134
Yo dawg, good advice except for that whole getting your head above the rim thing...that's kinda hard **** ya know?
Unless your head is directly under the rim. That would hurt.Originally posted by Mr. Mystery
It can't possibly hurt to try and jump high enough to get your head above the rim.
Mr. Mystery
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.
thats not too good manLOL I'm 6'9" and can't dunk...talk about sad
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.
i can do it, but i cannot dunkOriginally posted by tactic
put the ball into the loop