onemorerobot
Don Juan
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Yes, who wouldn't want to hear about their ex's new sex life? ****ing *****.
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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
You females are loonytunes.penkitten said:shes trying to make you jealous by belittling your penis size. all women think men have penis envy and its all about who has the biggest one.
women have boob envy. whomever has the biggest bounciest rack, wins.
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.
:crackup:THE_ADDMAN said:one time an ex called me and said...
Me: "Hello?"
Her: "ADDMAN! I'm with my new boyfriend, we're about to have SEX!"
Me: "great... so why u callin me? need me to give u guys some pointers on how to get started?"
Her: "no... I just thought maybe you'd be jealous?"
Me: "why would I be jealous?"
Her: "ohhh ok... well goodbye"
Any why is a guy hanging around a woman who's doing this?onemorerobot said:Yes, who wouldn't want to hear about their ex's new sex life? ****ing *****.
haha! Hooray for boobies! :crazy:penkitten said:shes trying to make you jealous by belittling your penis size. all women think men have penis envy and its all about who has the biggest one.
women have boob envy. whomever has the biggest bounciest rack, wins. all others in the room are inferior. its true. except you cant ask one of us, because we will lie and say you're an idiot for saying that.
therefore, when you ex says her new sex life with whats his face is great and his dong is about as big as a louisville slugger, you should mention how your new girl, miss big bouncy rack, says your dong is the most awesome in the land.
it helps to go find a new miss bouncy rack and walk around with her in public where the ex can see the big bouncy rack for herself. then she will go home and stew in it.
She's only mentioned it recently. Until now, I've had no reason to question our friendship.Francisco d'Anconia said:Any why is a guy hanging around a woman who's doing this?![]()
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.
Alright, so she's just done this. What's causing the confusion?onemorerobot said:She's only mentioned it recently. Until now, I've had no reason to question our friendship.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.