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.
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.
Yes she smokes them.
Will do...can't do weed bcasue I work for the gubmint. What kind of alcohol do young girls like? Just get Swisher sweets or good gars? Suggestion?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Smirnoff?. Are you kidding? I bathe my toe warts in that swill. C'mon, for semi decent booze, move up the ladder a little bit
She is 23 and that is why I asked the board. I have no clue. She has been pester ing me about how much soda i drink. She is the coke police. She even went as far as to say she wanted white men to live longer. I live on the Hispanic side of town. Yesterday she was giving me **** about the coke and I said hey your hair looks different. She said really? Then I said ya I think you brushed it. Pissed her off. I think I will stick with going monk. One more date Friday and then I will work on my issues only.
Ole Rex is going to have to disagree with the Ruler on this one. Being a "Brother of the Leaf," myself and since you said she smokes sticks herself use this as opportunity to expose her to some new sh*t and take her to you local cigar shop.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
