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'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.
Similar issue, I have enough money for coffee date but no place. Would a hot girl like that wait for your **** though?Alexandar said:the real problem is money, i suck at managing it and have none at this point, so she will just have to wait
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
That's becoming creepy.cordoncordon said:Check your PMs Alex.
Not as big and sturdy/filled as hers.You are aware that every woman on the planet has boobs, right?
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.
Bro you cannot bring her back to your mom and dads basement. Not only does that fit into every stereotype there is as far as a loser living in his parents basements (which I know you are not-but you don't want to give her that idea), but there is just no way you can both be comfortable enough to have a full out sexathon. Take her to a nice lounge and see if you can get her to try some kind of exotic fruity drink. Who knows if the place is nice enough and the vibe is right she just might give in and try it. Then take her to a nice dinner (but don't each too much) and have a nice hotel room ready and waiting.Alexandar said:she asked me to call her last night so i called her today, she wants to hang out monday (working all weekend), so ill be taking her out then
theres two little hiccups but nothing I cant high jump over,
1) I live with my folks, i got a nice place in the basement but still, shes expecting this 'furious phucking' so it might be too loud to bring her home especially on a monday night, but I might just do it anyways and gag her, she said she wants me to anyways, if not I might have to grab us a room, which Id rather not
2) she doesnt drink, ever.... enough said on that
hopefully im not too hung over monday
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.
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.