You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Yea let me just flip through that 113 page book real fast. I have nothing else to do. Was it written by some wannabe pimp?
Ummmmm what happened? Context please...
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.
Because he should definitely listen to the advice of a woman that feels the need to invade a male space.
Oh NOW who's the psycho?
I've never been a fan of women in this forum.
Yea that's not what happened at all, AND you're a dork. And a wimp.
Actually my "wardrobe consultant" cancelled on me with no explanation. We were supposed to get started tomorrow. Like my fvcking time is worth nothing.
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.
What happened to starting the DJ boot camp before opening new threads?
Did I ever agree to that?
Well it's either read 113 pages or ***** for 113 pages. You can fill your wardrobe with Armani and it still won't change a single thing in your head.
Yeah! This thread isn't called "DJ Boot Camp: Week One".
No you haven't.
He gets laid. You don't.
It was compiled by a respected member of sosuave who gets laid. The articles were written by other respected members of sosuave who get laid. You haven't read it, haven't done the exercises, and you're not getting laid.
You keep complaining that you cannot get laid because you're ugly and women are stupid. Go prove it to everyone, including yourself. This site is to help men improve themselves and get laid, not to let men complain about their ignorant theories on why they can't get laid.