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.
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.
I feel you, but to me, a Sausage Fest in the middle of the beach is about as enjoyable as a Stockyard in Texas Heat. I'll get out of that kitchen any day. 4 to one? Jesus Christ, you have a better chance of stepping in some vomit from an overdrinking Phi Beta Kappa Frat boy from University of Chicago, than you do of fukking a Beach Bunny, but hey, who am I to interfere with a good sausage fest.Dabrant29 said:Yeah i bet the ratio will be like 4 guys to one girl. Step up the Game!!! can't stand the heat get out the kitchen.
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.
JackPrescott said:Oh joy. You and me and 25,000 drunk ass Frat Boys, and about 2500 women.
first time i have ever heard cozumel and exotic in the same sentence. a little hint for you boys. if you are going to travel outside of america make sure it is a place where the local girls are pretty and desperate. why break out the passport just so that you can hang with the same fat crap that you see every single day of your life back home?Remulak said:LOL what is this spring break '91? Nobody goes to Daytona for spring break anymore man, it's a shyt hole. Hit up Cozumel or somewhere exotic. Take it from someone who lived in that area for some time.