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.
Even at 65, compared to the market here she’s more attractive than many younger chicks. Sad reality. When I talk to these women, which sometimes I do they say that the guys all say the same things:
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.
Which one is the plane?
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.
Why would men under 150 be initiating contact with a 65 year old woman?
Bro I don't wanna be with a girl who brags about how not-strong she is. Nothing worse than "empowered" women who aren't actually powerful.
Yeah I was expecting a response like this. Honestly i'm going to reiterate what I said: as small as it may seem, this is an example of something not something not so trivial or trite to ignore. I'm sick of this passive attitude society has cultivated. We need cultural QC. When I see BS I'm going to call it out, and I expect people to do the same for me.
Just let them say their delusional schit and tease them about it. You can defuse one really quick that way.
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.
I get that, your "serious" comment makes more sense in this context...I suppose it's too difficult for me to move beyond contempt when dealing with certain types of people. I don't actually think it's me being too serious but rather a lack of patience to deal with low quality people. I wish I had more of a manipulative bend, out of the dark triad traits I think machiavellianism is really underrated and probably the only one I would ever consciously want to cultivate.
Honestly I don't even want to fvck girls who annoy me like that, they make me sick and the second I nut I want them ****ing gone. But if you can tolerate it, all the power to you.I agree and am the same in my thought process, with one exception: I get the notch first (if they pass the boner test) and THEN I call them out. They usually are better sports after getting facked half to death.
Why would you even have this conversation with a woman over a swipe app? Sounds like a giant waste of time that would not result in getting laid.
Wow! I'm sure the guys are lined up to hang with her. Maybe she should go to the dentist instead of worrying about the environment.
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.
Nice watch! LOL Yes you are correct! There is a God.
Does she claim she is 44? I think she is much older. Like 52ish. Zoom in on her neck, eyes, and armpits.
She's got a great body but, you're right, on closer inspection, she looks a fair bit older than 44.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
