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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
BG the HB Tamer said:If you feel any insecurity, you have work to do.
Make sure you act out of comfort, not out of insecurity.
That's pretty good.DJHoolahoop said:i'd just say to the guy and my gf "do you think you two would make a cute couple?"
tihash said:This happened to me a few weeks ago. My gf and I were at a bar with about 3 or 4 other friends. My gf and I we kinda drunk and were making out there. I went to the bathroom (no line-- was back in like less than 3 minutes literally) and there were TWO guys there... one talking to my girl and his wing running interference on one of our friends.
I did not say a word, squeezed in between them, and began making out with her again. When I surfaced for air a few minutes later both of the guys were nowhere to be found.
I did not even acknowledge the dude's presence in any way whatsoever.
Act like he does not exist.
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.
( . )( . ) said:Bzzzz WRONG!!
"Fight for your woman" What the hell is this AFC bollocks???
Try and stick to fashion , entertainment and STD topics in future eh? Leave the tricky questions to the big boys.
Fight over a chick? Pfff you keep her tough guy.DrBeard said:BZZZZZ u r wrong!
ur a pvssy + too scared to stand up to another man!
Grow some balls dude!
yeah I will keep her and leave u to bum all the men! :moon:( . )( . ) said:Fight over a chick? Pfff you keep her tough guy.
Thats twice now youve chased my balls around the board moaning with sand in your vagina aswell as giving me a neg rep I noticed.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Best advice on this topic!backbreaker said:if you have to honestly worry about a girl giving her number or any type of positive reinforcement out WHILE YOU ARE SITTING 6 INCHES AWAY FROM HER... you need to move on, for whatever the reasons may be.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.