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.
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.
Well...good to see thats the only problem. I guess everything else is ok. I find it interesting how thats all you had to say...i have a feeling youre not a fan of myspace.Vincent said:
The idea behind myspace is decent. Just so few pages are made well. It's like the modern geocities. Plus they're all so generic. It's all the same thing on each page, some survey, some pictures, blah blah blah. Then I really hate the fact that peoples songs auto play. I wish that I could turn that crap off. I don't want to hear whatever yellow card or taking back sunday song is popular this week. If I want to listen to your music it should be an option.oakraiderz2 said:
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
I guess I should take that survey, those pictures, my blog and my song thats on auto play and get them off then. lol just kidding I have none of that.Vincent said:
