I've never complained to the mods about anyone. That's not my style.Plus any criticism about their incel behaviour will send them crying to mods to ban you, so ignoring them is pretty much the best you can do.
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.
I've never complained to the mods about anyone. That's not my style.Plus any criticism about their incel behaviour will send them crying to mods to ban you, so ignoring them is pretty much the best you can do.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
But every time you reply to him you continue this nonsense. Stop replying and see what happens.Just can't anymore...you do whatever you want because that's what you are going to do anyway.
Continuing this convo is pointless
Guess we will find outBut every time you reply to him you continue this nonsense. Stop replying and see what happens.
On the forum, I've mentioned a female coworker whose son is a career felon ladies man.You're a lost cause.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Nor with the vast majority of women who are decades your senior, GM. Make your peace with this, and start pursuing chicks your own age and younger. Heterosexual women crave leadership from their SOs, and men younger than themselves don't provide thatThe bad news: I don't have a chance with her.
Reading between the lines "You possess those negative traits and are also kinda creepy"I ran into my neighbor a short bit ago. She was talking about the 25 year old receptionist again.
I finally managed to tilt the discussion in the direction I wanted. I flat out told her the receptionist is about 20 years younger than I prefer.
So I finally had an in to ask the question I've been wanting to ask: Does my neighbor think the typical 45+ year old woman would find me too young? (Mainly a rhetorical question, meant to fish information out of my neighbor on whether I have a chance with her)
The good news: I got the closure of finding out whether I have a chance with my neighbor without having to officially make a move on her.
The bad news: I don't have a chance with her.
She said "I personally want a 45+ year old man. But some older women would go for a 33 year old man, as long as he lacks the negative traits often found in younger men."
She then mentioned some other qualities she looks for in a man. In addition to my age disqualifying me from getting my neighbor's beaver, I also fall short (no pun intended) of her height requirement.
They call it listcrawler for a reason. There's even a section for milfs.Reading between the lines "You possess those negative traits and are also kinda creepy"
Sheena called itReading between the lines...
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.