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.
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.
Well you read it wrong, because it's not my penis that's the problem, it's my mind.Accension said:From now on, I'm not -- ever, so, never, watering my replies down.
OP, you're a fuc>ing retard.
"HOW AI STP MAII KOK DOIN WUT IT DOES?!"
That's how your, stupid-as> thread reads.
If this post upsets anyone, you're too soft for PU.
Semantics.Demystify said:Well you read it wrong, because it's not my penis that's the problem, it's my mind.
Hmm... are you sure that this are symptoms of hornyness? Have you been to any doctor lately?Demystify said:I don't think being horny is a good thing if I'm staying up to all hours of the night with insomnia while screaming and throwing stuff around my room.
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.
kingsam said:a wank a day keeps the horny away...
(well clams you down enougth!)
Dude, why would you want to be less horny? Its guys that are never hornyDemystify said:Time for a bump, anyone else?
I can answer that one. It's the same reason why you don't think about an itch that you can't scratch. If you can't get a girl, it's counterproductive to think about how cool it would be to get a girl.lakeshore said:Dude, why would you want to be less horny? Its guys that are never horny
that feel like crap.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.