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How old were you when you got your 1st car? What kind of ride was it?
Did you lease or purchase? Buy new or used?
Did you lease or purchase? Buy new or used?
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.
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.
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.
Come on,ANY car can be made fast...but that's it. Fast isn't anything,go to an autocross and learn about a car's real ability. Speed is 1/3(speed,braking & handling) of a car's performance,but then the driver matters more then any of those. By the way I don't care about speed,I have a 911 in the garage that flys up to 165 then it decides to slow down but still gains speed.djSlvt said:My stang will kill every exotic 11 sec or above, that's pretty much everything under $200 grand.
That's exactly why it won roadster of the year for something like 5 out of it's first 10 years in production from Car & Driver huh? It's balanced, the braking is excellent,the handling is world class(only car to ever beat an Enzo on twisties) and the power is adequate,not a speed demon.djSlvt said:Not that it's a good car.
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.
blinkwatt said:True most non-American cars may lack torque but there are still some Monsters if you have the money.
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.
Toyota Supra and Nissan Skylyner will smoke your car. :crackup:djSlvt said:You're what we call a ricer. There isn't a turbo for corolla, there is a supercharger. Turbo only if you can do it yourself or can afford some major hours at a nice shop.
Blinkwatt? How did you get your car? You must be some lucky bastard to buy boxter at 18, maybe you had help from parents. Not that it's a good car. When it comes to envying a guy with an exotic, I like this one a lot. My stang will kill every exotic 11 sec or above, that's pretty much everything under $200 grand.
djSlvt said:with a better handling..
my bad. I just read about it in a mag and got the terminology wrong, professor.There isn't a turbo for corolla, there is a supercharger. Turbo only if you can do it yourself or can afford some major hours at a nice shop.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.