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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
no one said it didn't.PersonalJesus said:lol, canada has provinces.
Get back in the kitchen woman
Exactly the problem with most schools today. They teach only localised knowledge. Most people don't even know much about their own neighbouring countries...penkitten said:obviously my post was about the country i live in, usa, not canada.
you have different geography, politics, history and sales tax sweetie.
the above two links are about the boston tea party.
right, you might have learned where some countries are, and if you had ties with them, but that is about it. you dont know much about their history based on what you learned at school.diplomatic_lies said:Exactly the problem with most schools today. They teach only localised knowledge. Most people don't even know much about their own neighbouring countries...
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.
ya ya whatever mrs. "I was talking about my own country, not canada"penkitten said:no one said it didn't.
try to refrain from flaming someone if you aren't going to bother to read what they posted.
perhaps you should get back in the kitchen and MAKE ME A PIE!
roflPersonalJesus said:ya ya whatever mrs. "I was talking about my own country, not canada"
i like my steak well done
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Leporello said:I hate to break it to you, but this board isn't exactly a Mensa meeting either.
uhm sweet little chump boy, can you show me your receipt of purchase for this forum before you tell me where i am or am not allowed?PersonalJesus said:seriously tho penkitten, get off my forum. just your prescense alone offends me.
I'll try my best ma'am.penkitten said:uhm sweet little chump boy, can you show me your receipt of purchase for this forum before you tell me where i am or am not allowed?
oh, whats that? you meant to say, "Seriously, though, Penkitten, get off the forum I like to hang out on because I am afraid of women altogether, and because of that, your presence alone offends me."
Oh, GROW UP and GROW SOME BALLS newbie, don't let little old me offend you.