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.
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.
that's a horrible example. just about every single joke about the "guido" stereotype has been done to death. step your game up.Dragon said:For example, the other day I was out at a club talking to these girls and they asked me if I was Italian. When I said no, they said "you look Italian". I said, well if I were Italian I'd be talking to you like this (at this point I started grabbing my balls and moving my shoulders up and down like Tony Soprano, while repeatedly saying "eehhhh"). The laughed at this.
tsmith2334 said:that's a horrible example. just about every single joke about the "guido" stereotype has been done to death. step your game up.
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.
Yea, 1.2 posts per day... I just can't leave this damn keyboard alone!Dragon said:It's always the KJ's that have something negative to say.... ALWAYS
reported, sh*thead.somebody2 said:masturbate before u go out
Yeah, well have fun there sarging in North Carolina! I'm over here in NY, where there are PLENTY of guidos and those types of jokes DO NOT get old.tsmith2334 said:Yea, 1.2 posts per day... I just can't leave this damn keyboard alone!
I'm actually getting to ready to go to a sports restaurant and one of the plates I'm spinning will be working the bar. Let's see how I do.
Oh, and I'll make sure to leave the guido jokes alone. They stopped being funny in 2006.
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.
fair enough. no hard feelings my friend.Dragon said:Yeah, well have fun there sarging in North Carolina! I'm over here in NY, where there are PLENTY of guidos and those types of jokes DO NOT get old.
1-3 are good, 5 is great.MagicMark said:
No problem. Same here.tsmith2334 said:fair enough. no hard feelings my friend.
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.