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 paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
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??
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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...
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.
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???
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
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
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.