Translation:Taviii said:********:
When am I going to meet your friends?
Are you too embarrassed of showing me to your friends??
********: "You eat food more sloppily than a 5 year old *(giggles)*"
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.
Translation:Taviii said:********:
When am I going to meet your friends?
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
translation: use a napkin pigsinner said:Translation:
Are you too embarrassed of showing me to your friends??
********: "You eat food more sloppily than a 5 year old *(giggles)*"
Translation: Was dinner good? (c'mon, sometimes they do mean what they say)penkitten said:********: was dinner good?
penkitten said:********: was dinner good?
cant think of a user name said:********:
"Our only hope for the redemption of woman from the thralldom of dress lies in the belief that her hitherto limited sphere of activities has been so insufficient for her intellectual occupations that she has been forced to expend her thoughts in decorating her person, instead of enlarging her mind."
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.
translation: please invite meBible_Belt said:********: So, are you going to the formal dance next month?
translation: please change so we blend inTitanium said:********: Are you going to wear that?
Translation: Why can't we have more sex?Rata Blanca said:not sure about this one =/
translation: oh god a guy with muscles/and/or celebrity -gets wet- mine!!!
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we are always making out and we are not a couple...