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.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
One girl (another HB8) started shoving her ass in my crotch, so I grinded back, and even slapped her ass (first mistake). She acted all offended (WTF) and broke it off, and ran over to her guy friends for "protection". Later she started some kind of rumour that I was "stalking" her, and this led to some blowoffs from other chicks. [/B]
In theory this sounds like a great idea, but your only 14 so girls might not know what "routines" are and be more niave. Older girls will not fall for this type of stunt, unless you get some sort of rapport before hand. Also by doing this a lot I think a lot of girls will see right through it and know its a stunt.Originally posted by AB500
Had some fun with monopoly money today. I brought a couple grand of it with me to school today. Chatted up with quite a few HB6-8s. I used the monopoly money to "buy" various services from HBs. I got quite a few massages and other things from it, word of my new found richness spread quickly throughout the day and by 5th and 6th hour I had chicks coming up to me with offerings for the monopoly money. Durring 6th hour we went to the computer lab and I had a HB7.5 and a HB8 all over me for most the hour. Pretty good day IMO.
Looking for some opinions on the monopoly money, I'd never pay real money for a back massage or anything for that matter but last night inspiration hit me while going through the monopoly box and I figured I take it for a spin. Chicks seemed to really like the idea of trying to earn "money" from me. Downplaying their value and only giving them like 1 doller for a massage seemed to work good too.
I use my cellphone to take down girls numbers, I'll usually just enter the number , press the talk button and end it before it can make the call. That way I saved the number quickly and can formally add it later.Hahaha, thats pretty good. No cell phone?
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
yes, but if your a true gentlemen you come back to share with those less fortunate.Originally posted by Void
Sorry guys havn't had much time. I promise a post coming soon, possibly. Sosuave isn't really necessary for me anymore if anyone understands.
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.