nicenomore
Senior Don Juan
To Shocker:
Yes I am an Indian , does it bother you? Or are you one too??
Yes I am an Indian , does it bother you? Or are you one too??
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.
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.
Yes, it offends me...No just kidding, I'm a desi too. Nice to see some Indian DJs around. How old are you?nicenomore said:To Shocker:
Yes I am an Indian , does it bother you? Or are you one too??
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.
What do you mean you were diagnosed with being horrible in social situations?????Grand Wizzard Alamar said:Also I actually do have some strange retard problems:
I am horrible in social situations, and interacting well with other people.
I was diagnosed so, theres nothing I can do about it except learn how to not make mistakes so freely like I did last friday...
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's coz you got more time to think of your responses, but it's also a lot easier to get into the friend zone due to the lack of kino, eye contact and facial expresions ect. That's my opinion anyway.Jack-Torrance said:Talking to girls on MSN is a HELL OF A LOT easier if you ask me...
Colorado...family is from Andhra Pradesh...Like I said before, good to see some Indian DJs around.nicenomore said:Chandigarh is in Punjab. Google for further info. Which place in States do you reside??? And from where in INdia do you belong to???
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.
say something along with it........ simple..Grand Wizzard Alamar said:I thought smiling is creepy to girls...
omg... winking...... that would be horrrrrrrrrible for me to do....
so... how do you do it without seeming like a creep?
Totally true..dj ben2 said:ffs alamar every third post stasrts off with i suck or im a retard.
if u say ur something enough u become it. ur on a great track dont ruin it for urslef by thinking negatively
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.