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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near 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.
This.Having said that, I do not use women. I make it VERY clear what I want, I do not lie to women, lead them on, or treat them with anything other than respect. I look for women that want the same things I do.
+ 1, I believe the question shouldnt be too broad and give me a behaviour she is showing and then we can talk about how should my daughter ( if I had one) or women be treated in returnThis question is idiotic.
A better question is: "Would you be happy for your stripper daughter to be treated the way you treat strippers?". A stripper is a certain type of woman that gets treated a certain type of way.
I treat women a certain way depending on the type of woman I'm dealing with. A person's daughter can be any type of woman. So the question is stupid.
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.
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.
Notice her words...she brags "about the places we go" NOT about you...Yes I would be happy for her to be treated the same way I treat women, even stripper women.
My current date told me she "brags about the places we go together". It helps to yelp.
For me, the last 5 years have been a collection of quality versus quantity. I've had one date per week and one girl per month and one state per year, and I've taken my dates to the finest restaurants where we shared a few appetizers and drank wine. Compare that to memories of spilling Taco Bell on the seat of my Cutlass in 1993 and joking "Big Beef", and I'm happier now.
You're right. Your girl meanwhile says "I love Jeremy, even though he takes me to McDonald's".Notice her words...she brags "about the places we go" NOT about you...
I don't think you are wrong at all. Throwing money at women always works.You're right. Your girl meanwhile says "I love Jeremy, even though he takes me to McDonald's".
But wait, why would my girl spill all the beans right away? Do you think she's going to say "I told my friend I think you're hot and I hope you tie me up and blindfold me"? Her saying "I brag about you" is probably a good thing.
BTW this girl spent the entire day today, right up to this minute, texting me novel-length texts, ending by calling me her "love". So much for marmel's bigneil-is-always-wrong theory.
Your daughter will only grow up wanting the..."bad boys" if you do a poor job raising her and she grows up with no self respect.It's all about being realistic and accepting the truth. The truth is that women love bad boys, the truth is that life ain't fair, the truth is that millionaires are chilling on their yachts while poor people are starving, the truth is that predatory animals eat other animals to stay alive, the truth is that nature is not cruel, only pitilessly indifferent. You can't change it, only accept it. The moment you decide to start a family is when you accept the fact that it is likely that your daughter is going to fall in love with a bad boy.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.