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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Well, she could be lying, but it's not impossible to believe. He's not that famous, not like he's an A-lister or something like that. He probably has a lot of confidence because of his fame, and maybe approached her and started talking to her and they vibed well. Happens every day with non-famous people. Yeah, he is rather old for her, but he is in good shape.
100 percent agree and was going to post that as well. I mean, not ugly looking, she's cute, but not this hottie like the posters on here are claiming he just pulled in. Even at my grocery store I got a couple chicks far hotter than her working there.
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.
Her hotness was not the point of the thread. The point was the hate from older women she received.
I'd say she's pretty hot compared to what the average 62 year old gets.
True. For our ages on here, no we wouldn't go for her. Here in fl I see old guys with better looking women in their early 40s though (gold diggers)
Yeah that’s fair.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
No, I believe it, these millennials don't know jacksh!t about personalities pre-2000. I had to work with one, a dude, 2 years ago 20 years old, he didn't know who ANY person I referenced from My time growing up. I think it's the cellphone gen(s) that constantly have their heads buried in the phone tapping so they don't know nothin.
He used her to get into the business, once in he was in like Flynn.
Maybe he's tried her out (without condom) and sees that she doesn't have any diseases and thus a keeper. I could understand sticking with one that you know for sure is clean.
Who's that guy?
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.
Yep, it was just a joke. Good point on the steroids, he probably had to work extra hard to make sure he had more testosterone than she did.
He hasn't aged that well, but he pretty much was THE definition for Chad even before that became a meme (go view the horribly cliché-ed movie "Rocky IV" to see him in his prime). In any case, the value of a man is in his genetic fitness, and an old man's sperm is just about as good as a young man's sperm.
I hadn't seen this post first before I had basically posted the same idea. I'm surprised that the 0-10 charts that the Incels come up with don't have him at the top as the anti-StBlackOps2Cel.
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.