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'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.
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.
Next up at SoSuave:HollowHorizon said:
Ya that's pretty much true I researched and read that Weed and tabacco contain different chemicals but both are still cancerous. I never really get why being high is so cool anyways there is a risk for "having a bad trip and freaking out" and that blows.BluEyes said:
Did you misplace your sense of humor today? Or have you never had one?CCKazi007 said:
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Its conditioning. He's in better shape. He might not have more muscle, but his entire system is in better shape than yours. Cardiovascular mostly.Kev07 said:
LOL! Well, some funny things are in this paragraph. It's true that marijuana and tobacco contain some of the same carcinogens -- yet marijuana is NOT shown to cause cancer. There's never been a case of cancer or even emphysema shown to be caused by using marijuana -- and it's not from a lack of trying. Also, unlike alcohol or tobacco, marijuana can't cause death.CCKazi007 said:
I'm a 5'9" 140lb stoner and I'll get as physical as I need to with anyone, thank you very much. Forget the over sized jacket -- it would only slow me down. And never challenge me to a game of hoops when I'm high either 'cause I'll float right up to the basket.BluEyes said:
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.