sad but trueshe's saying "if I were the only one you were seeing, this would be every night" but we all know that's a lie.
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.
sad but trueshe's saying "if I were the only one you were seeing, this would be every night" but we all know that's a lie.
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.
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.
Fvck that. If you're going to videotape anything it should be taking a load to the face or getting acupuncture up her dirtchute after a dirty sanchez.Serialized3 said:So you're saying "don't get laid where you live" then, eh?
Honestly man, this might just be the legal eagle in me, but you need to save the crazy texts and messages she keeps sending you, and maybe taking video of her if she comes over again. That way if she decides to press charges for you involving the dog or whatever or decides to cry rape, you'll have some evidence that shows she's the psycho stalker and not you.
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.
First lesson you must learn young asshopper: Stop watching so much fvcking Star Trek and reading so many comic books.ValleyDJing said:You took martial arts for 6 years man? I don't believe you! I thought martial artists had like a spidey sense when danger was approaching. You should have like done the matrix when the glass was flying at your head.
not recently... from the age of 9-14ish/15.. then it got in the way of high school basketball so I quit. but I can defend myself to the point where I'm not afraid of anyone.. but you still pick and choose your battles. The first thing they teach you, well not the first but one of the more important things, and anyone who has taken a martial arts class can vouch, is once you get to the point where you actually realize what you are capable of, to only use what you know to defend yourself.ValleyDJing said:You took martial arts for 6 years man? I don't believe you! I thought martial artists had like a spidey sense when danger was approaching. You should have like done the matrix when the glass was flying at your head.
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.
Agreed. Stronger, smarter, and more interesting. Makes you realize how great dogs are too.backbreaker said:what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
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.