You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
He wasn't banned!! They closed his pointless attention getting flaming threads -- he was calling for everyone's banishment as if he was paying for the sosuave bandwidth!!Demon said:Isn't it strange that when someone is banned, some just-joined newbie inevitably begins to campaign for the unbanning of someone? When I was banned, twice, nobody ever came to my rescue. But I'm also respectable enough to not register new accounts, use proxies, or access this forum from different IPs just to complain.
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.
Always have been Demon.Last Man Standing said:Demon - who were you before???
You said you were banned twice??Demon said:Always have been Demon.
Hombre, shouldn't the correct gender form be "El Chico"?? What's up with that BRO??LA_Chico said:bro, f uck Nasman, he called me a troll.
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.
Please, no Homo posts!!rrrrr said:fvck Nasman.
ok ---- I forecasted that in one of his threads -- he was creating a thread a minute saying the same thing and no new info and flaming galore!PRMoon said:Dude he's banned. I just checked his public profile and it reads B-A-N-N-E-D. Last time I checked that didn't spell Don Juan.
Of course he can make a NEW profile anytime he wants but it's doubtful he'll have different results. Old habits die hard you know.
Is that an original line??PRMoon said:We're all just little voices in gymnasium. Like many others the echo will soon fade.
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.