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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Though normally I would agree for the type of scam you posted, but the bait on the hook to draw this fish in was the notion of 'love' - And the potential to date some chick online, from another country and sending her money, which is 100% Captain save a Ho from the off-set.amoka said:This is a very sad story to her; however, it has nothing to do with being AFC. This is a typical example of pure ignorance and stupidity. Many stupidity people fall for this Nigeria crap. Few years ago a billionaire from Mexico fell into a Nigerian crap like this. He sent plenty of money with a hope that the fraudsters are building an International Airport in Nigeria in HIS name? What a fool? He spent closed to a million dollar before coming to his senses and decided to fly to Nigeria to see "the project". That was when he realized it was all a scam.
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.
amoka said:Jonwon, I agree with you on some of your reasonings. But the ultimate reason why Mr. Phillip Hunt is a dead man was not because he was an AFC. He was merely stupid and ignorant, I would say. He completely failed to smell this miles away. I am sure that if Mr. Hunt had met a local who claimed to be rich and sick and wish for him to give her money for an exchange of love, he would have thought better and would not have been dead. You'd notice the note Mr. Hunt left was to the effect of the amount of money he owed and not the woman he is expecting. "I have insurmountable debts and will take my own life."
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.