WhitePimp
Master Don Juan
When you keep forgetting time and time again that "nice girls" dont want to be treated like princesses, but like goddamn objects of sex 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.
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.
:crackup:DogFashionDisco said:When you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
DogFashionDisco said:When you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
Disagree. This even happens to the best DJ's out there. Does that mean they're AFC?Rollo Tomassi said:She's reacted coldly to a kiss or other casual physical contact at least once (this includes giving you the cheek when you lean in to kiss her goodnight).
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.
guiltyRollo Tomassi said:when you deliberately do more sets of a particular exercise at the gym because you're in the vicinity of a hot girl
Is it me, or does that line never get old?1. All your base are belong to us.
What you say?!!!Desdinova said:Is it me, or does that line never get old?![]()
LOL! Yeah, women can cause otherwise masculine men to sound like petunia pickin' pansies. I'll have to try your approach to that one. "How come you never call ME pumpkin, a55hole."Man, I'll be with some dude, talking all swears and rough, then suddenly "Hello, sweetie. Meow, meow, meow. Poo-poo, goo-goo. Bye."
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.
I had a roommate that talked like that, even worse once he was sleeping, his phone rang and he answered in a high pitch voice:Man, I'll be with some dude, talking all swears and rough, then suddenly "Hello, sweetie. Meow, meow, meow. Poo-poo, goo-goo. Bye."
Maddox does seem AFC...PeterNorthisawesome said:.... when you drop names in conversations without properly introducing the new characters first, so you'll be sitting at your desk waiting for your boss to leave so you can go home early, when suddenly a co-worker will drop by and just start talking about Jack or John or Dwayne, and you're wondering who the hell still names their kid "Dwayne," and when the exact moment was that you decided your life was for sale at an hourly rate of $16.75, give or take a ****ty office party every year and a box of stale donuts in the morning, only to go home to a dumpy apartment in some **** hole state that people more successful than you glance at out of their window as they pass over in a private jet on their way home to bang their hot trophy wives.
Ya he b'tches way too much IMO, he's still funny though. Tucker Max owns Maddox!Serialized3 said:Maddox does seem AFC...