"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Board Problems
- Thread starter No Escape
- Start date
"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"
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.
diablo
Master Don Juan
By the way, this doesn't exactly qualify as DJ Discussion... more along the lines of S&F.
EpsilonArmati
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Also, to expand on Trippsta, check your cookie settings and make sure they don't expire sooner that necessary.
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
penkitten
Master Don Juan
now my cookies dont work
what do i do to fix it?
help computer illiterate
Your "cookies" can be found in your browser preferences window under the "security" section. Of course, the exact location is dependent upon which browser you're using. While you're there you might want to adjust them so that you only store cookies from sites you navigate to. Then your cache isn't bogged down with banner and pop up cookies.
penkitten
Master Don Juan
i had to type my name and pass in the login part to log in and i am using explorer....
"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Open up your browser preferences
Look for "Receiving Files"
Cookies are located in the "Receiving Files" sub category.
Adjust the setting to "never ask" if you don't want to have to log in each time you visit.
Close Explorer
Open Explorer again and log in here again. Once you do that you should be all set.
diablo
Master Don Juan
- Turn your oven to 375 degrees
- Grease your cookie sheet
- Place cookies about 2" apart
- Bake for ~30 minutes
- Remove and cool
penkitten
Master Don Juan
i cant find receiving files anywhere
"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.