well I got news for you, your so called imperfect features are nothing compare to what this man has, so stop the whining.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8s_7kEbsIQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8s_7kEbsIQ
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
Haha sorry I'm a bit high.Vladimir Horowitz said:What exactly are you trying to say? God doesn't exist since negative things happen to people or that God is "mean" to people for fun?
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
No one said they want to be his friend.meitenesrigas said:Like any of you would have anything to do with him. God, how I hate people who are full of s---. At least I am honest. Unless that was a relative I would want NOTHING to do with him. That makes me a better person than any of you. Why? Because I am not full of s---.
Of course we would not want anything to do with him. The guy looks terrible and I don't mean that in a mean way. It would be hard for me to even look at him. But if I could help this guy be normal again. I would walk 100 miles for him. Even give up 5000 dollars of my own money. I would do this in a heartbeat.meitenesrigas said:Like any of you would have anything to do with him. God, how I hate people who are full of s---. At least I am honest. Unless that was a relative I would want NOTHING to do with him. That makes me a better person than any of you. Why? Because I am not full of s---.
This statement reminds me of that train scene with the asian chick on the first Hostel movie. That's plain horrible. If you were in that situation I'm sure you wouldn't think this way. But I sure know what you mean. I'm sure he could find a support group,and hook up with a mutated looking chick and live happily ever after.Aboleo said:I don't mean to sound cold-hearted, but I wouldn't want to go through life this way. I would hope that someone would just shoot me or something. Thats just me, though. I'd rather die, personally.