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.
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.
The girls are good...you should have posted more pics with them.Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
Here are my pics guys!
If there's any girls here, try to keep your hands in the keyboard allright?
First, this pic was taken BEFORE I started bb, about 2 years ago. What a DJ eh ??
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Bari.jpg
Now, onto the body. Sorry for the quality, you can't see my face with this piss poor web cam. But it's the same as in the first pic... http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad1.jpg
For 50 bucks, which one is my fav exercise?
Deads!
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad2.jpg
Looking good...
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad3.jpg
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad4.jpg
Yup, I squat.
Keep posting guys, we still need Soshyopate's, Don Juan's, D's & Viroid's...
EDIT: I weight 183 pounds in those pics (taken today) by the way.
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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.
Why do you have a nike logo on your head?
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.
Then why did you said it was you??
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.
You see Viroid? I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them
*tsk tsk* vain are we?Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them.
Sorry, I dont think I have any pics of myself with my shirt off posing.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.