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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
why are you even asking this question if you know your 'friend' was looking to hook up with her?jajaa1221 said:Trust me i wouldve made a move its just that my friend told me he was tryna get with her earlier that day, so i stopped myself. What im asking is when theyre over do you think i could hookup w/ her
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Huh yeah i guess youre right man... honestly though that is a **** move to just do that to a friendPurefilth said:Where is the confusing part?
You didn't make a move for months.
You had her arms around you.
Your sense of loyalty to your friend blocked you?
If its bros before Ho's then he won't cry if you close first.
You found another excuse not to close.
Basically you only want cos because your friend took her. Your story of months of inaction tell me this, unless you were just too pvssy to make a move all that time.
There is nothing confusing here.
YESBeginningDJ said:Bro's don't call dibs. If he does, then it's ho's before bro's for him.
Purefilth said:Where is the confusing part?
You didn't make a move for months.
You had her arms around you.
Your sense of loyalty to your friend blocked you?
If its bros before Ho's then he won't cry if you close first.
You found another excuse not to close.
Basically you only want cos because your friend took her. Your story of months of inaction tell me this, unless you were just too pvssy to make a move all that time.
There is nothing confusing here.
Okay so I know I messed up and now I'm learning from my mistakes, so I'll just move on and keep mackin. But im wondering do you guys think i can still get with this chick later on?JohnChops said:Yesssir pure filth has it right. You hesitated therefore I'm sure you mastubaited that night buddy. Why didn't you turn around and hold her close and.make that move?! Now your here. Who cares your friend can't call dibs on a girl, they aren't property .... whoever can pull her and make the move is the one who gets her , not hy calling dibs on here lol. That's rediculous
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.
Some of us would be able to jump in if we knew what the fvck you were talking about.jajaa1221 said:Okay so I know I messed up and now I'm learning from my mistakes, so I'll just move on and keep mackin. But im wondering do you guys think i can still get with this chick later on?
Yeah... ahah my b, I just fixed it though.The Gambler said:Some of us would be able to jump in if we knew what the fvck you were talking about.
No worries, had to give you a hard time...jajaa1221 said:Yeah... ahah my b, I just fixed it though.
The Gambler said:No worries, had to give you a hard time...![]()
How old are you guys? Not that it really matters, but I have noticed that girls in their late teens and early twenties often do exactly what you've said... Especially if they've tipped a few back, LOL. Don't get me wrong, lots of older women are "looking to party" just as much, but most have learned to be a bit more subtle.
Sometimes women are looking for Mr. Right, and sometimes they're just looking for "Mr. Right Now!" At a concert, with booze and God knows what else, she may have been looking for Mr. Right Now... But with that being said, I don't see the harm in contacting her if she's not still with your bud.
I think your odds may be slim with her, but I would rather know for sure than spend the next few weeks wondering "what if...."
There is nothing wrong with contacting her again. Do it with dignity and confidence, and if she's not interested or available, then it is what it is. But at least you'll know it.
Good luck, sir!
The Gambler