You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Yo. Why did you register as a female at the mini-pn? You also didn't respond to my email telling you about how we feel about faggot bytches on a pimps forum...we don't do the gay shyt over there.Originally posted by Kineti[C]harm
Give more information on your latest endevours and how you failed with different attempts.... Oh and how are you in the looks department and confidence department?
his question is relevant to the original poster's question. i am awaiting the answer before i respond.Originally posted by Kineti[C]harm
Give more information on your latest endevours and how you failed with different attempts.... Oh and how are you in the looks department and confidence department?
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.
Sorry that must have been a mixup and I haven't gotten any PMs? I'll check my mail aight.Originally posted by Player_Supreme
Yo. Why did you register as a female at the mini-pn? You also didn't respond to my email telling you about how we feel about faggot bytches on a pimps forum...we don't do the gay shyt over there.
Are you a gay bytch, trying hard to be a man? Your advice seems ok...I can't figure you out homie.