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 paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
I did that with a girl once. I've been riding since I was 4 but I quit in 8th grade because I never really liked it, though everyone told me I had potential. When I rode with the girl I hadn't ridden a horse in 2 years and I looked like a complete a dumbass cause I had no idea what I was doing. Still fun though. If you do go horseback riding with a girl make sure you've ridden a horse before, its a lot more difficicult then it looks. That should be common sense to everyone though.TWO WORDS>>> HORSEBACK RIDING
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
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.
ya a movie is supposedly used by everyone, but wtf movies are great.Originally posted by bob2007
I'd rather go watch a movie tho, among all those things.
I find bowling extremely boring.
Beach sounds good, but what do you do there all day?
What bout real golf? Although I've never tried play real golf.
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youll rarely find an experienced smoker that isnt totally ****ed up.Originally posted by katoom
Haha ok well I was readin my old posts. Damn that was a long time ago... Did all that **** with my girl, had an awesome time... We went out for a year and a half, but i was gone for a couple weeks wakeboarding, i come back and she was seein some other guy... Hah, you gotta keep up the DJing no matter how long your goin out.
But annnnnnyways I digress.
Just throwin out a couple of my most recent dates and a couple im planning to do this weekend.
Cultural food,
I took a girl to a real japanese sushi bar where they make you take off your shoes n all that stuff. She'd never been to anywhere like that before. Order some stuff like Cali roles that everyone likes, then you have to order something weird. I make her look through the menu and pick the weirdest sounding thing there. Dont forget the Saki though. Makes for an interesting date.
Beach variation
Aight well this is kind of a spin off of the cultural food thing, I dont recommend you do these two with the same girl, or close together. I grabbed some take out sushi, threw a beach towel in the car and took my date down to the beach as the sun was setting. We chilled and ate sushi, I tought her how to use chop sticks, awesome kino in there.
Another Beach date.
Hah ok well this one I just thought up today, was gonna take this girl out to the beach when the tide is out and we go searching for shells, bring a disposable camera and have fun takin pictures of each other doin stupid ****. Drop the camera off at some 1 hour photo place and go grab icecream or walk around and pick em up later and laugh at each others stupidity.
Course all these dates were with differant girls so nothin got played out. Hah what I want is to find a girl that blazes. Dates would be so easy, just get together at night, smoke a joint listen to music and look at the stars. Ahhh my dream girl haha.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
I think concerts are a pretty good idea. The closer you are to the mosh pit, the closer she tends to get to you which means some major kino. Of course, this wouldn't work at like a hip-hop, country, or pop concert. The band would have to be sufficiently hard enought to mosh to.Originally posted by RaMar
hmm im curious if I should take my girl to a concert? Is that good?
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.