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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
No although my mum tried to stab me with a fork for telling her she was being rude giving my dad the silent treatment.Your girlfriend, wife, plate, whatever. What was the outcome?
Violence against any gender is wrong.God made men bigger so they could defend women, not attack them.
That is some funny sh!t.When I was 17 my girlfriend at the time and I had a huge fight over paying for a McDonald's breakfast meal that started with us yelling at each other in the front seat of my car. It turned into a full-scale food fight, and after I whipped a hasbrown at her face point blank (the hashbrown shattering on impact) she positioned her body in her seat to boot me in the face with her ugg boots like 5 times before I finally place a well timed backhand (that actually landed as a karate chop) on her face which ended the altercation.. we were both silent as I drove her home and it was awkward as hell and now I get flashbacks whenever I'm with someone who orders hash browns
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.
Damn. Lol. I hope she was okay.I once had a crazy gf who flipped out one day and tried to stop me from leaving her apartment during a fight. I was trying to be patient, but I was getting tired of being scratched. I threw her across her bedroom, thinking I was being nice because I aimed for the bed, which I did hit quite accurately, but she bounced off of it and hit the wall behind her bed like a bird flying into a window.
In my youth I dated a violent girl who would slap kick punch and throw objects but as society taught my generation growing up, no matter what you never lay a hand on a girl or woman. I would just always leave. Before my red pill days i didn't know i was in an abusive relationship because " it wasn't abuse if the guy was being trashed."Your girlfriend, wife, plate, whatever. What was the outcome?
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.
When I was 17 my girlfriend at the time and I had a huge fight over paying for a McDonald's breakfast meal that started with us yelling at each other in the front seat of my car. It turned into a full-scale food fight, and after I whipped a hasbrown at her face point blank (the hashbrown shattering on impact) she positioned her body in her seat to boot me in the face with her ugg boots like 5 times before I finally place a well timed backhand (that actually landed as a karate chop) on her face which ended the altercation.. we were both silent as I drove her home and it was awkward as hell and now I get flashbacks whenever I'm with someone who orders hash browns
Just like women should quit whining and leave their abusers too. Common sense right? Too bad it doesn't always work that easy in reality. Someone who is related to me is a complete piece of sh!t who abused the mother of his kids for 10 years through violence, rape, forced drug use, fear, intimidation, and even stuffing a loaded gun in her mouth. Any rational person would say she should have left him before it got to that point. I guess because you're this 6'5 ultimate fighter who's never lost a fight you've never experienced what she went through (or anyone who was abused) so it's easy for you tell people who are abused to quit "whining" stop being a "victim" and leave.... there is so much psychology that comes into play regarding emotional and physical abuse (doesn't matter if you're male or female) that you seem to be ignorant of. I personally think there's no difference between emotional and physical abuse because the intent is the same.Some men might get abused by women - but they should leave them, not whine and say there are male victims too.
Yes, but so is violence against perfectly good hash browns!Violence against any gender is wrong.
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.