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.
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.
Awesome.CTApprentice said:Esther Baxter
Me too!Maxtro said:Nice find. I really like black girls with that kind of body and hair.
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.
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.
If you think she's fat you are ridiculous. She has NO stomach whatsoever. She has a great hip to waist ratio and you look at her legs and they are perfectly toned, no cellulite to be found. How on earth is this woman fat?BigJimbo said:130 in her dreams! If she is 5'7" she tops 200 easily! Admit it, fat is now beautiful in America!
The camera adds ten poundsBigJimbo said:130 in her dreams! If she is 5'7" she tops 200 easily! Admit it, fat is now beautiful in America!
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.
everybody has their preferences broMaxtro said:In regards to the above picture.
It's funny how I said I like black girls with her type of body, but the whole booty thing doesn't work for me. To me that much ass is excessive. As long as it ain't flat then I'm OK. I'm most definitely a breast man. Esther Baxter is reported at being a 32 DDD and I'm all over that.
CTApprentice said:
She's hot, but why is she posing next to a trannie?CTApprentice said:Here's some pics of her in real life
http://f.imagehost.org/0199/10998372-906442c9ece3b62617321f9d6f0dfc65_4a2c2432-scaled.jpg
"Anything I don't agree with has it's roots in the <insert negative origin theory>"speakeasy said:I think the gay influence in the fashion/modeling industry is what started the whole skinny as beautiful thing.
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.