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Don Juan
There's good karaoke 'singers'?iqqi said:Do you get ovations at Karaoke?
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.
There's good karaoke 'singers'?iqqi said:Do you get ovations at Karaoke?
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.
Of course, because I claim I can, Iqqi has to question itThe catch to this is, guys who THINK they can sing but can't are the opposite of sexy. Lol.
No, that would be Skid Row. I almost popped a nut trying to do 18 & Life.I thought you had to have your balls removed to sing that sh!t!
Sounds hot. :yes:Desdinova said:I have a crazy-ass range (around 3 octaves) so I'm happy enough with that. People are kinda blown away when they hear me do stuff like Neil Diamond, then go straight into Guns N Roses.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
You must not be able to sing. I mean, why would a guy who sings good say that singing is gay? I tend to make fun of some impressive skills other guys have that I dont.Bible_Belt said:Yeah, the choir boys always got all the cute guys....I mean girls....no, I mean guys. Singing is fvcking gay.
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.