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.
Originally posted by PoS
guys, i am being VERY serious. since last year, i have this uncontrollable anger, due to my afc-ness (no gf for two years), now i am at the point that everytime i see any guy with an attractive female, i want to swing my baseball bat and just beat the crap out of him.
damn .. i need to get laid before i hurt someone
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
You are over reacting. As long as your anger does not control you and actually causes you to swing a bat at some guys head then you are just frustrated. Maybe you need to channel the anger at yourself and this will motivate you to be the best that you can be and thus be able to pick up women and get laid.Originally posted by PoS
guys, i am being VERY serious. since last year, i have this uncontrollable anger, due to my afc-ness (no gf for two years), now i am at the point that everytime i see any guy with an attractive female, i want to swing my baseball bat and just beat the crap out of him.
damn .. i need to get laid before i hurt someone
Uhh, who cares about the guys in jails? They're fvck ups. That's why they're there. The original poster *isn't* in jail yet. And if he wants to stay out of jail, he should work on self improvement.Originally posted by themanwithnoname
so you're saying you solve your anger problem by going after girls and seeing if you can get their number, tell that to the criminals in jails then.
may the force be with you jedi !Originally posted by PoS
now i am at the point that everytime i see any guy with an attractive female, i want to swing my baseball bat and just beat the crap out of him.
Why would he go to jail for asking a girl for her phone number? Obviously she wanted to give it to him if they hooked up....You're weird dude.Originally posted by themanwithnoname
so you're saying you solve your anger problem by going after girls and seeing if you can get their number, tell that to the criminals in jails then.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.