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.
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.
Anything that has "pimp", "azz", "booty", "b*tch" etc... in the lyrics is all good...Kas said:Im having a house party next week. Im putting some hiphop cd's together to be bumpin.
Any good clubbish hiphop songs that would be good for a party ?
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
That is like me saying... Whoa man, leave the computers to the white people. CH CH CH. After all, white people made 'em? :nono: Seriously, that is the dumbest ass arguement ever.CrazyGuy said:haha look at you whiteboys all listening to black music,all the artist you guys are naming are BLACK!Its all black music and you guys are white.
We should leave hip hop to black culture
listen to some white music like Green Day!
Haha well if you notice 95% of the music artist in rap/hiphop are BLACK!All the artist you guys are naming expect for vanilla ice are BLACK!Its the FACT hip hop is part of black culture and you whitepeople enjoy it,so respect blackpeople for their music it aint your music.Wee said:That is like me saying... Whoa man, leave the computers to the white people. CH CH CH. After all, white people made 'em? :nono: Seriously, that is the dumbest ass arguement ever.
Seriously man, the vanilla ice song idea is good, haha get's people laughin'. Ask other people to bring their own mix CD's 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.
Of course, it is impossible to think of it as "people's" music. Nah, we gotta separate everyone by their race and color of their skin, right? Thank you for setting the end of racism back another 50 years. "But it is ok when black people separate from white people, not the other way around" It is a nasty double standard.CrazyGuy said:Haha well if you notice 95% of the music artist in rap/hiphop are BLACK!All the artist you guys are naming expect for vanilla ice are BLACK!Its the FACT hip hop is part of black culture and you whitepeople enjoy it,so respect blackpeople for their music it aint your music.
So your assuming hu?All Im pointing is it seems like YOU whites are forgetting hip hop is black music and their culture.Im not going about skin im saying you whitepeople wanan be black,listening to black music sure its entertaining but what about white music?Back another 50years would mean slavery you idiot,actually it is ok if blackpeople seperate from whitepeople look at whitepeople did to them in the past and present.Loook around YOU whitepeople are also the ones who seperate themselves,remeber "Seggeration"backin the days?It was thought of by whitepeople,not blackpeople.I still see it in todays society aswell,of seperation.Wee said:Of course, it is impossible to think of it as "people's" music. Nah, we gotta separate everyone by their race and color of their skin, right? Thank you for setting the end of racism back another 50 years. "But it is ok when black people separate from white people, not the other way around" It is a nasty double standard.
So making people stick to their culture is seperation right?Your an idiot if you think that its people need to worship&stay to their culture,hip hop is black culture and their music,and you need to accept your culture.Wee said:Haha 50 years wasn't slavery, just apartheid, but whatever.
Haha, I'll listen to the music I want. It is totally cool if you wanna keep white people and black people separated, but I do enjoy equality without separation.
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.