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.
Are you intentionally trying to be an a$$hole to get this thread shut down because you're angry?Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
At least she's being positive about it.I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.
Hey, don't forget about smelly... er... Scented bathroom tissue.DarthJuan said:Us new guys have plenty of positivity.
Like Des, I'll inject some positivity into this thread:
Purring kittens, puppy dogs, walks on the beach, orange sunsets, daffodils, scented candles, exotic bath oils, laughing children, rays of golden sunshine!!!!
Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.Giovanni Casanova said:More positive things: World peace, hot dogs on a barbeque, and koala bears who sh*t rainbows.
That's actually pretty ironic, because whenever I read one of Wyldfire's threads, I always picture a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. I later saw the picture in her profile, but I prefer to continue picturing a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. Less nightmares.DarthJuan said:Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.
http://www.stuffedchickens.com/img/richards_chicken_w.jpg
He's like a metric ton of positivity! A supernova of positivity. Up with people, YAY!
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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdQj2ohqCBk&mode=related&search=Giovanni Casanova said:And in order keep with the spirit that this thread was intended in, and to end on a positive note, dogs wearing hats.
Ahh, and once again, all I have to do is look for any thread with more than 2 pages of response to find yet more flamebaiting from WYLD.Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.