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.
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.
ElStud said:Me and my friends could be right behind a chick and I'll go "So what about her, would you f*ck her man?". We don't care.
Yeah, best to not say that stuff at work.Kev07 said:One of my coworkers got fired for this. Lady filed a complaint.
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.
Hey, good for him, getting fired for his natural desires? Screw the boss. She was probably a feminist.Kev07 said:One of my coworkers got fired for this. Lady filed a complaint.
Besides, what's the purpose of everyone using the same system?Serialized3 said:You guys are nerds.
I'll admit, I have a system.Francisco d'Anconia said:Besides, what's the purpose of everyone using the same system?
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
The scale itself is superficial. Rating a girl on her looks is superficial!reset said:Well that's good. Sometimes a guy will be like "what about this chick I just met here's her picture" and to me, that's just f'ed up.
I went back and re-read your post. Even though it's superficial, I have to admit it was pretty damn funny.
This should be the new scale.ElStud said:But yeah, dude's boss was a loser and the girl was probably a b*tch. That b*tch should be HONORED to want to be f*cked by an Alpha Male.
Here's how I see things...
HB1 - Does that even exist?
HB2 - Really ugly.
HB3 - Kind of ugly.
HB4 - Alright, but not that good looking.
HB5 - Alright.
HB6 - Cute.
HB7 - Hot.
HB8 - Very hot.
HB9 - Fine.
HB10 - A damn fox.
I judge whether a chick is hot on two things, face and her body.
IMO your 5 has a great body and your 6 is better than your seven and nine.ElStud said:Yeah, it's because we have different taste mostly likely. Like I'm more into blonde girls, yet the guy who made the topic clearly isn't. I mean here are pictures of what'd I rank girls...
HB5:
http://www.bullz-eye.com/Models/200303Mary/Mary-19.jpg
HB6:
http://www.gadgetell.com/images/062006/newfirefoxmascot.jpg
HB7:
http://ec2.images-amazon.com/images..._sexy_girl_sexy_women_sexy_nude_sexy_babe.jpg
HB8:
http://www.bullz-eye.com/Models/200310Stacy/Stacy-18.jpg
HB9:
http://www.vegasinsider.com/images/model_images/denise6.jpg
HB10:
Don't know.
I'd honestly rank most celebrity girls in the 6-7 range unless they're like really hot. To me, one of the most important things when ranking a girl is her face. Like if she's got a cute face, good personality, but doesn't really have much of an ass or anything, I'd still screw her. But if she's not that good looking and does have those features though, I'd have to decide.
I'd be flattered. It'd be kinda neat.reset said:How would you feel if you knew some chick put a picture of you on the internet and had a bunch of anonymous strangers rating your physical appearance?
Anyway, everyone is different. If we all had the same tastes and interests this world would be boring.
The whole concept behind this thread makes me sick though. So why am I posting in it?
Interesting.
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 could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.