You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
trent81 said:They are freaks I think porn movies were invented in Schlongberg or Stuttgart or whatever. I have seen some very good German porn. They all have big breasts and they seem to be very efficient. You will soon find out.
Sure. And everyone around here is blue-eyed and has blonde hair... :crazy:They all have big breasts.
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.
It definitely is. Although it depends on where you're going. It's true, there are those cities where you won't find many "native" Germans left. But once you leave the urban areas, you'll see that immigrants still are a minority.Ok, that may be a bit of an exaggeration.
Close to Munich? You're kidding, right? :crackup:Grafenwoehr is where I'm going. It is close to Munich.
Energizer said:Can't stand Germans being English. The closest I got to a German bird was screaming "Ten German Bombers" in her face when I was drunk at the World Cup '06. Some of the women are real fire crackers, too bad they're Sour Krauts.
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.
You're right, but I gather that tongue in cheek is above your station? I have a dry sense of humour and unfortunately whenever I meet a German I can't help but do a Basil Fawlty.AlexTheGreat said:Yo Churchill, it might be time for you to get with the program. The war's been over for more than 60 years, and Hitler's been buried for more than that.
There's a thing called Peace that happened![]()
Energizer said:You're right, but I gather that tongue in cheek is above your station? I have a dry sense of humour and unfortunately whenever I meet a German I can't help but do a Basil Fawlty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfl6Lu3xQW0