In Motion
Senior Don Juan
When she bleeds for seven fvcking days without dying.
Every single fvckin month.
Every single fvckin month.
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.
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.
ANIMALITY!!! :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:KontrollerX said:"Did you date Iqqi?"
FATALITY!!! :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:
haha nope, but Iv'e known many women and from a personal experience I think they are all crazy with some type of issues (I think if you can't find any issues with your woman then you don't really know her). Having high estrogen levels and a vagina together while creating an egg every 28 days, got to fvck up your head a bit, albeit some issues are more extreme then others and maybe extreme enough that you shouldn't be dating her.Magma said:Did you date Iqqi?
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.
uhh yeah, I'll just do a blood test...DonGorgon said:She has high amounts of estrogen - the very hormone that makes her wonderfull also makes her terrible..
he was right MBMaster Bates said:uhh yeah, I'll just do a blood test...
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.