Scrumtulescence
Master Don Juan
ICP
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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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
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.
You're kidding? They had some good tunes.Steelheart (mf'ers are back!)
I totally agree! They're so childish and not funny. They remind me of my friends and I trying to make up crude rhymes for some cheap laughs back in our pubescent years.comic_relief said:Tenacious D
Yup I totally agree ICP blows so much. I would also like to add ALL DEATH METAL like cannibal corpse... it's not music anymore.Scrumtulescence said:ICP
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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.
What? They were good for their time.sexxyback said:The Beatles
They sound very generic.Mr. Unique said:two of you hate nickelback. I actually like nickelback, their songs are catchy and easy to listen to.
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.
Oh man.... Death Metal rules.:rockon: :rockon:PeterNorthisawesome said:Yup I totally agree ICP blows so much. I would also like to add ALL DEATH METAL like cannibal corpse... it's not music anymore.
Lol at the AFC Music example XDcomic_relief said:Hate Breed
Primas
Tenacious D
anything emo - AFC Music "My girlfrriend broke up with me so I must slit my wrists"
ICP
Suicide
New Metallica (especially the one with the Orchestra)
Patti Smith
Macy Gray
Thursday
Simple Plan
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