"I just moved here from Florida."

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.

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FR: Coffee time

Kwello

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Well I was walking to the Tim Horton's to grab some food and I see this really attractive blonde at a vending machine, definitely HB9.

Me: Ooh, what are you going to pick?
HB9: Hmm... I think I'll go with the sour cream and onion chips.
Me: Better buy a pack of gum while you're at it... sour cream and onion breath = not so hot.
HB9: (laughs) I only have $1.75 on me though!
Me: Uh oh, this isn't going to work. I'm looking for more of a sugar momma type of deal.
Me: My name's ******* by the way.
HB9: Nice to meet you! I'm HB9.
Me: Well hurry up with those chips HB9! We need to go to Timmy's.
HB9: We do?
Me: Yeah, I gave you moral support during your chip selection and I need the same for my donut. What if I pick the wrong one? I'd never forgive you, HB9.
HB9: I wouldn't want that kind of guilt on my mind.
(she laughs and smiles at me, I lead her by the waist towards Tim's)

Typical 'getting to know each other' banter while in the line up... I get some sticky crap on my hand at some point while waiting for my sandwich.

Me: One sec, gotta go wash this off!
(rinsed off my hands at a nearby sink and brushed the hair off my forehead with my wet hand)
HB9: Oh I see you did your hair all pretty for me?
Me: (smiles at her as if to say yes) Yeah... actually it's for her over there (I point at the old lady working at the place)
HB9: (laughs)
Me: We have a pretty typical marriage... I give her all my money and she makes me sandwiches and tells me to have a good day.

I finally get all my food.

Me: Well, looks like I'm done with you now, HB9.
Me: Actually, you'd better give me your number. I might need some entertainment in the Tim's line again in the future... I wouldn't want to deprive you.

She takes out a pen, grabs my arm and writes her number on my skin. I was going to ask if she's German (cause I'm Jewish and she's putting numbers on my skin) but I felt like there's no way I could ever make that funny or appropriate.

Anyway, it went really well all in all. The conversation was way less one sided than I made it seem, she talked my ear off while we were in line. Lots of IOIs, I started the kino really early; like within my first 30 seconds of knowing her. I'm pretty happy with how the whole thing went.
 

"You Can't Argue a Woman Into Liking 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.

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Jay Jay

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Great work!

Probably a good move not busting out the German joke, but I sure got a chuckle out of it. LOL

Good luck!

JJ
 
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