"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
Check out my new myspace ho!
- Thread starter Thugo
- Start date
"So, What Do You Do for Fun?"
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.
oakraiderz2
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oakraiderz2
Master Don Juan
the girlSpartibus said:
"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Are you serious. She is one of those starving asian types. She needs to gain weight in her arms and legs. But as for the belly fat she probably has a child and your her next chump.Thugo said:
Watch and see. She will start playing you and trying to land you as her babies daddy.
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There is an inside joke going on here - DJ cod3r showed a pic of his girl yesterday and Thugo got a copy of it (in the link)and now is dissing Cod3r by making this thread!CraigMack said:
Yeah player - I heard your show!!
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
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http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=115206
Cod3r I'm sawwy.. we love youuuu! come baaaaaack!
Last Man Standing said:
Huntin LastMan like huntin elk,
Camoflaged in the dense brush for stealth, determined as Hell,
I don't do this for anybody, except my self,
stuff a muthaf@cka like a trophy on my shelf,
F#ck the promo nigga, i do this for dolo,
Flow from the first hour to 24 oh oh,
round the clock, long as I cup of cocoa,
But I be a no-show, If my girl cries "don't go",
And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row,
I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a post that I wrote,
Count how many posts I smoked,
Thugo's is dope, my battlin' average higher than most,
When I'm on the posts, I release fire from throat,
If you disagree, please do it quietly folks,
Anybody better than Thugo, Must be a hoax,
LastMan? No, the great white hope?
What? Man you must be sniffin great white coke,
Don't you know that's like Gary Coleman fightin the Hulk?
Still not even quite that close,
I'm great white bitin you're rubber dingy boat, 50 miles out from the coast,
What the f@ck is the matter with you?
I'll beat you black and blue, Then I'll get a tat of you too,
matter fact I'll put a tatoo of me on you,
A 10 by 10 T-logo, neon blue,
The most theatrical battle of all time,
I rip posters like you, you know the call sign,
Killa cobras, that hover over Jehova,
In motorized autogiros, and sycamore rotors,
Hydrogen proxide, gaseous vapours,
Technically these words shouldn't even rhyme off paper,
In theory, for every soul that can hear me, I'ma blaze em,
In practical practice, my style's even greater,
Can't you see what I'm postin, Can't you hear the difference,
Compared to me, you're energetically inefficient,
You need ten times the enzymes, to process one of my posts,
You got to rewind every one of my lines,
Do you know how to paraphrase?,
Do yo even understand what the narrorator is tryin to say?,
The climax explodes, nobody can foreshadow my posts,
Figuratively the language is too dope,
Acedemic journals print my lyrical quotes,
they show parralellism in all the albums I wrote,
In any track, I come off strong automatically,
Whether I write in an active, or passive capacity,
Poetry that I spit, is synonymous to a glyph,
Written on tablets of clay mortar mix,
Super, truly superb, analyze the words,
It's like observing the birds, flying above the earth,
The Eye of Horus, the miniture tauri within a great torus,
With singularity on the chorus, I still sound enormous,
Borderlin insanity, tryin' to break through humanity's border,
With a new cirriculum every quarter,
I'm the porter, of the portal, of the secret Mic Club Order,
Baptize you wit' Jamaican white rum and water,
If you got a hundrd posts, than I know you a warrior,
I'll be the one that awards you, and pins the metal on you,
Dedicate a song to you, cause now you honorable,
You want a record deal?,
Explain the lyrical grand unified field,so I can test your skill,
Do it in front of the class, chart diagram it,
And write in Latin, not Spanish god-dammit,
Step back so I can look at it,
Huh?, what the f@ck is that whack ****?
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
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Yo Yo Yo
It's the R to the E to the X Man
Failing AFC's like Exams Ya expelled
Why they gotta lie about sex? hell
If you tryin hard that's enough on Rex Scale
Pimpin is easy, say something simple and cheesy
Damn it's easy, you don't need a Lamborghini
Or Hampton places, all you need is ample chases
3 seconds to talk, no seconds to walk
apoligize to ya D!ck if you jackin it off
Black or white, don't matter if you acting right
cuz the lights gone be off in the sack tonight
Look ya best, best yet, best ya look
And get some more extras cuz Rex will get your extras took
:box:
Rex Man
Knows he has to answer the questions
your probaly not advanced enough to ask
Super advanced, faculty man, chairman of curriculum class
85% never pass, 10% smile and 5% dont even laugh
When the chalks in my hand and I'm drawin up graphs
I present the contingency plan to the top grads
They probably think I'm on speed I'm talkin so fast
The body of the post is smooth, like body in bath
It's more explosive than a meth lab blast
My symmetrical shockwave shatter glass
As my U 2 35 post hits critical mass
Apocalypse now, lyrical posts blow everything off the map, aircrafts crash--
CDC's in the streets passin out gas masks
Gorgeous women thank me for the oxygen tank
Baby, the chevrons on my arms will tell you my rank
Maybe I'll become another casualty in the field
They'll ingrave my tombstone with the mask of steel
The best posts in the world couldn't rival my skill
It's like pourin a coup of water on a million beached whales
The french is speakin basics, i should re-interate this
We rise to great heights by winding staircases!
LA_Chico
Senior Don Juan
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.