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.
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.
That must be it, because it certainly isn't off topic. If so, you have about 1000 other threads to move too.Paradox said:Ha! This is too damn funny for the main discussion board.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
I "love" how you guys congratulate me.Paradox said:Ha! This is too damn funny for the main discussion board.
Moved to AE
Good one SamePendo
With a girl that heavy it's not possible to keep ANYTHING in balance...And frankly, he might get better results going with HER gut.Use the UG/FG as practice to keep your game in balance. Remember always...Go with your gut.
Well, there are some guys who will say that you are a better man now because you had sex. It doesn't matter that it was sloppy, grimy, Jabba the Hut, grease stain under the stove, rotten oyster smelling, leaky puss filled boil looking dirty jungle baboon sex. Be sure to add it to your lay count!SamePendo said:I vomited, seriously.
When I was kissing her I held my breath to not smell her open mouth. When we weren't stuck, I blurred my eyes to not to see her, or simply closed them. I kissed her shoulder and it was fvcking salty. And her tits, her tits were like man boobs. I was so horny guys, but now I feel awful. Well, right now I'm better than when I left her. I felt like vomiting when we tongued down, I just stopped kissing her and continued to feel her up while she kissed and tongued my body.
When we were done I spilled water on myself to have an excuse to go and wash the fvck up. But it was fvcking hard, because she licked my ears so there you have me trying to keep quiet while washing my ears.
So after she left I vomit. And start screaming. I screamed so hard. I was disgusted. I put alcohol to clean myself. When I screamed I could smell her breath in mine, so I screamed louder. I drank wine and made gargles (sp?) with it to get rid of her breath. I didn't want to take a bath because I felt that I was going to just spread the smell/nastiness all over my body and would have to spend the day taking a bath.
When I finally felt comfortable taking a bath, I swear to god, I farted and the fart smelt like her, no lie. ///edit: I farted again, and I swear to god, it smells like her.
She didn't smell like fish, she smelt like trash, like ****. I prefer having oneitis than having this. I feel like if I had sex with Jabba the Hut. A friend told me to watch porn and to watch so much to make me believe that I had sex with the one in the porn. But I've got to go to work.
What can I do? How can I neutralize whatever she stuck on me, physically and mentally?
Damn that no masturbation thing. Damn that bulking diet. And believe me, right now I'm on fire, going out with many many women. When I was with the UG I imagined I was with the ones I've been with. I was just very horny. Please help guys.
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.
sexy_kuta said:lol...