PuroDeAgave
Don Juan
yea man good for you i just hope you stay off the ice.
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.
Were you trying to call the guy brainless?funketekun said:this is what a call brainless
Centaurion said:I can't believe this sh!t has 2000 views.
Anyways, both of us got tested, and we are std negative. I am keeping her around as a party-buddie/FB. She knows alot of the party crowd around here and hooks me up with whatever I need for a very very cheap price. I'm just not riding her bareback anymore.
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.
Centaurion said:I can't believe this sh!t has 2000 views.
Anyways, both of us got tested, and we are std negative. I am keeping her around as a party-buddie/FB. She knows alot of the party crowd around here and hooks me up with whatever I need for a very very cheap price. I'm just not riding her bareback anymore.
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Not really into drugs (AT ALL), but i'd love to spend couple of years care free living the life of sin.Centaurion said:Yeah I'm alive and everything is all dandy.
The 2 years I spent in Oz was the craziest time of my life. I left for Oz after a year in the army, since I felt like getting away from it all and because I wanted to live out my wildest fetishes (which I did btw). During those two years I let my common sense fly out the window and went on a binge, looking for that perfect high. I tried alot of stuff, did alot of stupid sh!t, nailed some incredible hot women and had a blast without a care in the world.
As all things have to come to an end, I realized one day that this wasn't the way I wanted my life to go. So one day I told my girlfriend that I was going out to get some beer, but instead I packed my bags and got on the first plane home, leaving Oz behind me for good. This was a year ago, I'm now studying law and kicking arse on campus. Life is good, I go out and grab the occasional beer, but I stay the hell away from drugs.
All in all, Oz was awesome and I feel like I've purged myself of all the crazy sh!t I always wanted to do.
Was this serious? If so how long had you been together with your girlfriend?So one day I told my girlfriend that I was going out to get some beer, but instead I packed my bags and got on the first plane home, leaving Oz behind me for good.
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.