Gray The Prince
Master Don Juan
Aite. Got you down into the Veteran's division.Robyn923b said:Put me on this list, I'll do an extra # close challenge for being late
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.
Aite. Got you down into the Veteran's division.Robyn923b said:Put me on this list, I'll do an extra # close challenge for being late
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.
I've completed the task, broseph. Also, is your name an Oblivion reference?Gray The Prince said:bump
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.
No. My name is Gray and you're supposed to post the FRs. lolTheCleanPleb said:I've completed the task, broseph. Also, is your name an Oblivion reference?
FR= field reports? Alrighty, I don't really recall the interactions that well, I kinda just talked to people. I'll post some up tomorrow.Gray The Prince said:No. My name is Gray and you're supposed to post the FRs. lol
Frayzer said:Vice the random approach/comments to people is the challenge for my division.
Your divions challenge is to number close 3 girls fail or succeed, so now you only need 2 to go. I don't think it matters if they're acquaintances like that though. Ones you hardly talk to that is.
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 was jogging in the park, and a lady with a stroller walked by and we made eye contact. I smiled and said "Hello" and she replied with the same, or at least I think she did since I had music in my ears. I saw her lips move.Random Greets:
We were standing around in class and this HB:7 was in front of me. I said "Hey" and the next thing I know shes talking about how she hates her job.Random Small Talks:
I busted up laughing at this.Vice said:I invited them to the gay club
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Yeah, that seems to be his thing.Starfvcks 64 said:I busted up laughing at this.
What?
Best thing I did at your age was get a fake id. I had no problems getting into bars/clubs and it looked nothing like me.Frayzer said:And I envy you club goers... As soon as I run out of chicks to approach at school I have to hit up the malls and stuff. And every club in my area is 21+![]()
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.