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.
underoath777 said:
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.
I don't know man. There would constantly be new and different women to bang. I can never see myself losing interest in movies, because I f'ing LOVE them. And they're always making new and interesting movies. I think it would be pretty damn cool to have the chance to plow through all sorts of different chicks spanning four centuries.horaholic said:
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.
I think you'd benefit from getting some fangs, it'd work really well as an ice-breaker when approaching because NOTHING says "we'll get along just fine" Like sinking your teeth 4 inches into her neck. I'm glad you've seen the light and realised becoming a vampire is the true way to get into any girl's pants. Don Juan-Don Shwan, nothing screams super-suave like a pale faced, darkness dwelling bloodsucker!underoath777 said: