Atom Smasher
Master Don Juan
What is the worst film ever made? The Room? Plan 9 From Outer Space?
What are your thoughts?
Oh, hi Mark!
What are your thoughts?
Oh, hi Mark!
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.
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'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.
That's true. I didn't get what all the buzz was about.Blair Witch Project was really bad.
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.
I haven't seen that one, which is a remake. But I saw the original one, being a big fan of Ed Wood and Bela Lugosi.We mustn't forget Roger Corman's Glen or Glenda.
There IS a remake of Glen or Glenda though, but I haven't seen it. I guess it's not by Roger Corman. The original is more like a documentary on transvestites than a regular movie. Have you see the movie "Ed Wood" though? Because it's really good IMO.Oops., I meant to say Ed Wood's Glen or Glenda.
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.
Darn, I don't have access to Ed Wood without paying my 3 or $4. How did I ever get so old and cheap?If you liked Glen or Glenda, I don't see how you could not like Ed Wood. It's one of my favorites actually. I like how it's about a guy without much talent or resources, but manages to make his mark in his way by sheer force of will and believing in his vision (even though maybe he shouldn't lol).
I definitely want to see Stan and Ollie. I love biographies, in book or movie form.
I would, but I am also old and cheap. I've noticed that Ed Wood is rarely available on TV or streaming services these days. Too bad, because I highly recommend it.zekko, can you lend me a fiver?
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.