She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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'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.
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.
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.
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