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.
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I think you should drop a load or five in her backdoor. Then whilst you're in the throes of ecstacy your buddy should jump out from under the bed and sodomize you with a chainsaw. Ya rat bastardT Money said:
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
So it's hard to just forget her because we got really close and I think we would be great for eachother. My point of view is if he cared about either of us, he would want us to be happy. I personally wouldn't care if my friends dated my ex's, as long as there was about 6 months between our breakup and their hookup. So he is a pathetic b1tch and you are his user friend. Good comboT Money said:
That is THE POINT. You are his friend, you should help him out and not steal food of his dinnerplate. With friends like you who needs enemies.T Money said:
Let it be a lesson for all of you if you are that dumb to let your girl move in with you and you got a roommate.T Money said:
Never persuing her is not the issue, but sticking your d1ck inside her is. A man doesn't cave in, you are still a boy.T Money said:
Yep you are in essence the definition of a dirtbag, I feel sorry for your friend but if he doesn't have the balls to either kick your ass or move out and discontinue your friendship, then he will mellow in his own misery.T Money said:
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Ironically the above quote pretty much proved you have oneitis.T Money said:
You're now the proud owner of your own vagina. Use it well.T Money said:
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.