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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
I always enjoyed his posts also, and wonder what happened to him. He would get into some crazy stuff.@backbreaker - I remember him from years ago, he went MIA, wonder what happened to him
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.
Going back to 2001, you seem to be the King here! I had an earlier handle before my 2006 join date, but I think it was 2002.Looks like you're up there as well. I would imagine a grand majority of those who sign up stick around for a few mouths than drop off. I've obviously dropped off plenty of times or you'd see a much higher numbers under my name, but seriously, 21 years ago man!
Probably got married, probably should have had a funeral for him since that's what marriage is.@backbreaker - I remember him from years ago, he went MIA, wonder what happened to him
As far as i remember he was married with a pretty sucessfull web design business, my thoughts is he outgrew the forum like a lot of people do. Not sure thoughProbably got married, probably should have had a funeral for him since that's what marriage is.
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.
This forum offers amazing support for those coming from a place of heartbreak and confusion. I frequent SS over the years, absorb advice and apply it on the field. I find myself coming back as I am now after a breakup and hope to offer what I have learned to help others in similar situations I was in.As far as i remember he was married with a pretty sucessfull web design business, my thoughts is he outgrew the forum like a lot of people do. Not sure though
Does it count if I just leave a like? Oh wait.... drat.I move that we stage an intervention for our friend @zekko, who clearly posts too much for his own good.
zekko, please, please refrain from replying to this post.
I was able to find some of my posts dated from way back in 01 and 02. I brought a couple back up lolIf you look back from the pictures from 2000, it says discussion forum on the main page. Where it says "check out the hall of fame"...You'll see it...i think .net was created in 2002, it was just a different system back then where it was sosuave,com/forum. According to way back machine
Now you’ve done it. That last post rolled the odometer over to zero, and you’re now at 1 post and zero likes. I tried to warn you. I’ll give you a courtesy like to help you get back on your feet.Does it count if I just leave a like? Oh wait.... drat.
Might as well tell the wind not to blow.
Woohoo, back to zero! Now I can really go on a posting tear.Now you’ve done it. That last post rolled the odometer over to zero, and you’re now at 1 post and zero likes
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
You are actually 4th, but under 400 posts away from 3rd and I don't recognize the user so he doesn't post much anymore I guess...you should pass him in no timeI'm not proud of it lol, but I think I may have the most posts.
Hell yeahThe longest currently active member is probably the admin since he actively gets revenues from the adverts since the late 90s.
Btw what a ride this world had since the early 00s.
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.