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.
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.
Probably because you weren't a well known gangster known for spending big money and killing people.Big Overseas 1 said:In my younger days I once tried that joe pesci move on a girl in college. I pulled her head down to my crotched while she was talkin' a lot but she wouldn't go for it.
She wound up gettin' mad & gettin' outthe car. Shyt don't workout like that in real life. Guess she wasn't a fan of that movie. Heh.
WayOfTheDragon said:Casino is my favorite movie off ALL time. It's nice to see this many people appreciate this hidden gold of a movie. I've always said though it's not as great as GoodFellas, but I've always enjoyed Casino more.
The scene when Pesci has the meeting with the banker in De Niro's living room, the argument Pesci and De Niro get into after the banker leaves is my favorite moment in movie history. The only thing that compares to it, to me, is Anthony Hopkins scenes as Hannibal Lecter in Silence of The Lambs.
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.
Thats what I'm talking about!The Mad Ghost said:"Hey, you fat irish pr!ck, you put my money to sleep, you go get my money or i'll put your fvcking brains to sleep"
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.