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.
Exactly. Though affection only works if I like the girl enough. Good enough to be a GF and I welcome the affection.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:I enjoy women for their superficial outer qualities such as sex and affection and not their wicked hypergamous sociopathic inner core.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
That's what I think, they make a great balance. Yin and yang and all that. I certainly enjoy their company. A lot of the younger guys here complain that they can't talk about sports or whatever with women. But men can be annoying too.LorenzoVonM said:Love women and love their company. I think feminine energy is a great balance to the masculine.
It's no surprise that the most attractive women are taken. I think Backbreaker said something to the effect that by the time you get into your 30s, all the first rounders have been snatched up, and that makes a lot of sense. The most sexy, fun, and beautiful women aren't going to be on the market long before they get snatched up. Chances are, you aren't the first guy to notice them.Warrior74 said:The women who's company I enjoy would not be enjoyed by my penis and vice versa. The rare time we both would enjoy her, she's married or with someone.
I have a theory that men tend to grow to prefer women's company as they get older. No proof here, just a theory, I'd like to see what others think of it.Zarky said:All my friends except one are women. Most are ex-girlfriends LOL
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.
PairPlusRoyalFlush said:I enjoy women for their superficial outer qualities such as sex and affection and not their wicked hypergamous sociopathic inner core.
Guys, see a shrink. I'm serious.Scormus said:Exactly. Though affection only works if I like the girl enough. Good enough to be a GF and I welcome the affection.
That core is repulsive to me.
I feel the same as this, which is a nice place to be imo.backbreaker said:I enjoy my wife's company she's very light hearted and always upbeat. she puts me in a pretty good mood more times than not.
Yeah, until I met my current girlfriend, I thought that *****iness was just a trait that all women shared. But she is probably the most laid back, mellow person I've even known, male or female.backbreaker said:I enjoy my wife's company she's very light hearted and always upbeat. she puts me in a pretty good mood more times than not.
It's hard to be crazy about that idea, true. Seems to be part of the equation though. There's nothing to be done about it, so it doesn't really bother me. And I also never allow myself to be totally invested. I always figure if I lose a girl, there's always another one waiting to take her place.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:Personally, I'm not "im love" with the idea that I could be emotionally invested in an opposite sex that will often leave me if I lose my job I.e. kick me when down.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
I had to think about this question. I enjoy being around women who behave like adult women and have good demeanors, femininity and grasp on life and its hardships. A feminine, real woman is great to have around provided she isn't completely physically repulsive. The second I start seeing the gossip, insecurity, male shaming (omg he's a CREEPER), loudness/crudeness, self-centeredness and cattiness fly around, I'm turned off pretty fast and would rather be alone or spend my time with more worthy people.Scormus said:Seems I am in that camp now. Acting my way through dates, I only need them for what's between their legs.
Its the right head.WoodB said:, I tend the often think with the wrong head. Damnation!)
On second thought, you're right on the mark!Scormus said:Its the right head.
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.