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 already said I'm waiting for a 100% clear signal she wants to be asked out. So far nothing has been 100%. I believe if I wait until it's closer to valentines day it'll put pressure on her to do something so she will or will not give better signals.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
This chick is obviously something less than a 5 because this idiot f*ck thinks that has has zero else going on in her life and will have no other men trying to holla at her in the next two months.
I don't understand the hostility. I am following the advice of making the girl chase. Which I believe you have mentioned before numerous time. As for other guys hollaring at her I do not think there are as I have not heard anything. And she is close to a 8 9 or 10. Tall skinny and of european descent. I have picture but I'm not going to post it. Really you guys sound like hypocrites with bad or no advice.
Because you're f*cking up the board with troll bullsh*t.
Chicks don't span two f*cking points on the hot babe 10 point rating scale. spectrum.
And would you know? Are you the creepy, needy, stalker dude in her life? As far as you she might have been getting triple penetrated over the weekend.
Because you don't have a picture.
Nailed it.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
That's because she isn't hot, you don't have one, or she doesn't exist.
You were given advice and when you were given said advice, you had nerve enough to ridicule and argue about the advice that members on this board took time out of their lives to give you. The Don Juans are not here to aid and abet your beta male faggotry. If you want people to give you aid and comfort in your b*tchassnees, then go and register at http://www.loveshack.org/ They'll be more than happy to accommodate you.
Dude, nobody cares about this figment of your imagination that you're talking about. As a matter of fact this thread should be locked.
You were given real advice. You were told to ask her out. Instead, you're making excuses and you're waiting for her to take her clothes off in front of you or some 5hit.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.