You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Henley Regatta, in my experience, is not too good. The women tend to be either very loud sloaney women with huge rugby playing boyfriends, or local slappers from Maidenhead tottering about in miniskirts - similar to Royal Ascot really. You do get some incredibly attractive women at events in the 'season' (Henley, Ascot, Guards Polo, Glyndebourne etc) but they are usually in big unsociable groups. I find smaller, low key events much better.Originally posted by EternalBachelor
Henley Royal Regatta. I think I would be a little bit out of place there. I got the impression it was full of Old Etonians, rowers from Oxbridge etc.
Austin how would you recommend I go about meeting girls in gyms? I work out a lot and the gym is full of very nice looking girls in good shape. What is the best way to establish rapport as girls are often very sensitive in the gym as they are sweating and usually not wearing very much. I have tried asking them about their training goals etc. but got brushed off more often than not.
AMF. I think especially at university, bar/club pickups offer a lot of potential, as it one of the few places where (with the help of alcohol) girls can loosen up (although it does make some girls ver rude).
My skills at clubs and bars are near non-existent so I would welcome anyones advice on playing the club/bar scene in the UK
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.
Yeah the direct approach sometimes works wonders. But don't be surprised if someone called 'Darren' answers the phone and threatens to 'do you for talking to his bird' or something...!Originally posted by SuperFlex
I had good luck in a bar last night.
Went out for my friends birthday and got ****faced in a weatherspoons bar. Then we went to another bar that's open until later. A hb8 walked passed, i got EC and a smile.
Waved at her, and motioned for her to come over. She came and i started a conversation. Then i handed her my phone, and she put her number and name in. Then she started sucking on my face.
Originally posted by EternalBachelor
Henley Royal Regatta. I think I would be a little bit out of place there. I got the impression it was full of Old Etonians, rowers from Oxbridge etc.
Nah, not really, there is insidethe enclosure but elsewhere.
although I will be there on several of the days, ill be the one surrounded by the women.Originally posted by Austin Allegro
Henley Regatta, in my experience, is not too good. The women tend to be either very loud sloaney women with huge rugby playing boyfriends, or local slappers from Maidenhead tottering about in miniskirts - similar to Royal Ascot really. You do get some incredibly attractive women at events in the 'season' (Henley, Ascot, Guards Polo, Glyndebourne etc) but they are usually in big unsociable groups. I find smaller, low key events much better.
Find a posh friend who can get tickets inside the enclosures, like Leander and the Stewards, make sure you come smart. The local slappers are the ones sitting on the river banks outside and standing on the bridge.
The sloaney women are easy to avoid.
Just go to a champagne tent somewhere and you will find attractive women, if they are in big groups, its reasonably easy to break into, but i tend to find they turn up in about fours inside the enlosure and places, because thats all a single mate can get tickets for guests for.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
Sent her a text message today but no reply, yet, hope i get one soon.Originally posted by SuperFlex
A hb8 walked passed, i got EC and a smile.
Waved at her, and motioned for her to come over. She came and i started a conversation. Then i handed her my phone, and she put her number and name in. Then she started sucking on my face.
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.