AFK Protector
Master Don Juan
I worry for you my friend....I worry.Originally posted by bfl
im gonna start collage this summer
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 worry for you my friend....I worry.Originally posted by bfl
im gonna start collage this summer
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
lol i tried to say college, lolOriginally posted by AFK Protector
I worry for you my friend....I worry.
Right! The only field where a GPA matters is if you are going into the academic field. And even then, no one cares what your GPA was as an undergrad once you get an advanced degree (Masters or PhD) even if the GPA for that is a bit lower.Thing is, a lot of people are wise to the fact that graduating at the top or bottom of your class means nothing 10 years down the road.Originally posted by Interpol
I too am surprised so many of you are picking the 4.0. Honestly, grades are nothing but letters on a piece of paper. College is a time to learn what you want to and do what you want to, because you'll never have that freedom again.
Work never ends, but eventually college does.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I'm not saying you should be a slacker and flunk out, but 3.5 and fun is more valuable than a 4.0 could ever be.Originally posted by ShortTimer
Don't listen to the slacker and the haters that all want you to be losers like them. Get the fookin' 4.0!
Originally posted by Yotsuya-san
Thing is, a lot of people are wise to the fact that graduating at the top or bottom of your class means nothing 10 years down the road.
Originally posted by pff
I don't care about the money anyway, I guess I'm doing it just because I can.
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.