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.
...,how can i take advantage of this?She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Theres nothin wrong with being called a player lol. Heck I take that as a good thing and like it when people call me that. Why would you NOT want to be known as a player?Mr.Freestyler19 said:it seems tht since i started to talk to girls and flirt with them some guys and girls r tagging me as a player....how can i overcame this?........i hav also seem how when i was hanging out with this cute girl after school. other girls notice me more and check me out after she left and gave me a really nice hug
WHy dont you want to be known as a player?Mr.Freestyler19 said:
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 doubt those guys missed chances just because some people were calling them players. They probably screwed up in their game or had afc tendencies, because theres not a girl I know that would automatically "disqualify" a guy simply because hes labeled as a player.Mr.Freestyler19 said: