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.
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.
What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...ValleyDJing said:see sig.
Jaxon said:What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...
And to answer your question yes I have, but only because I'm a tits man and every now and then I need to wash my face with some DD's!
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
ValleyDJing said:Freddie Prinze?![]()
But +1 on your rep for being a breast man!
Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!Jaxon said::rockon:
ValleyDJing said:Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!
Kev07 said:Bro, according to offtopic.com, titties are getting bigger with every generation :rockon:
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.
Oh damn, you suck. I just spewed coffee on my LCD. :crackup:ValleyDJing said:Fat girls are like mopeds and scooters. They're fun until your friend catches you on one.
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.
Impossible to find a link there, **** falls off the first page within minutes if it's not getting responses, and that thread I saw was a while back.ValleyDJing said:If thats true, you made my night man...despite the fact that Tom has decided to be a doushe bag and not let me log in to my myspace. Maintence is being performed...guess what doushbag? IT WAS WORKING JUST FINE DUMBASS!
btw...you should provide a link if possible.
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.