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.
I'm not saying that is the ONLY way to be what I would call a real man. If you are able to walk away from a chick like this, then you are likely able to disregard what someone like me says. Just because you are nearing 40 and can't walk away from a woman like this doesn't mean you need to insult someone younger than you who can. Toughen up.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Coming from a teenybopper? Truly hilarious.
Funny how this teenybopper is tougher than you at 41. Shouldn't you be focusing on other things right now instead of reading around on a forum telling you how to get laid at 41 years old? Here's a movie that depicts you: http://m.imdb.com/title/tt0405422/
If you commit suicide or even think about committing suicide because of someone else hurting your feelings, you are a fvcking pvssy. No ifs ands or buts about it. Your passive aggressive post is an ego push too you hypocrite.
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.
Oh dear. Such a BOY!
