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'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 I feel u on that. Im glad they're there, but I dont really wanna talk to them about girls, especially not my mom. haha. I might tell em "oh i was with a lotta ppl" and drop some names. They dont make a big deal if im with ppl they dont knowSomethingClever said:No. I don't like it when my parents know about stuff like that. They act immature about it and treat me like i don't know anything about stuff like that.
But it really just depends on the kind of relationship you have with them. My relationship with them sucks, so that's why i'm like that.
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.
Yep same here... They tease me as though I am 4... "Ooh lover boy hahaha." Lol, they just generally try to embarass meSomethingClever said:No. I don't like it when my parents know about stuff like that. They act immature about it and treat me like i don't know anything about stuff like that.
But it really just depends on the kind of relationship you have with them. My relationship with them sucks, so that's why i'm like that.
theunflushables said:Just say you were out fvcking b1tches. Apologize if you missed their call because she was screaming so loud you couldnt hear the phone. That should shut the parents up.![]()
It really depends on your personal relationship with your parents. I don't have a few strong relationship with mine even though my mother insists on knowing everything I do so I just use sarcasism and the golden "idk" response. Also your parents will probably start to ask questions if you mention a new girl every week.dot said:Hella immature question, but how many of you tell your parents you were with a girl if they ask you "what'd u do today? who'd u see?"
Yeah, i hate it when they try to give advice. Whenever they do, i always pull out the "We're 2 different generations and your advice won't work like it did back then" card.Temptation said:Yep same here... They tease me as though I am 4... "Ooh lover boy hahaha." Lol, they just generally try to embarass me... However I just CAN'T not say anything when they start giving me AFC advice... "When you are older and start liking girls (haha at that) you will need money to buy drinks for them, and if you want to take them to a nice restaurant. Women love a nice guy
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Thing is, people like your mum really DO want a nice guy, because they want long term relationship material.
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.
mpimpin said:I actually have used this before!! And anytime my mom starts asking a bunch of questions as to where im going who i'm going with how long im gonna be gone I just tell her I'm going to get laid and she shuts up. I usually tell where I'm going but when it continues on and on I drop that bomb.
Like just a few minutes ago she was giving me a lecture on not keeping the car spotless and I responded with saying there was semen on the back seat. She shut up...
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:theunflushables said:Yeah, my dad actually kind of does the reverse of my earlier suggestion. I'll come home and be like dad my shocks on my car are shot, he'll answer "What? Fvcking fat chicks in your car?
idk is not golden! Haha. It works for a bit but eventually they want some sorta answer. Thanks for the sarcasm one. I forgot about that. If I sleep over someone's house and my parents keep talking about it, I'll usually end up saying "yeah wild co-ed party sleepover with naked people." Sarcasm actually saves you. Once they catch on, it's golden. "Yeah I'm sooo high." "We had lots of naked girls over at his house." Then when you realize it works, then just do it when it's true! Thanks for reminding me.Curious_Master said:It really depends on your personal relationship with your parents. I don't have a few strong relationship with mine even though my mother insists on knowing everything I do so I just use sarcasism and the golden "idk" response. Also your parents will probably start to ask questions if you mention a new girl every week.
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.
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.