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.
Well how old is that hag?russian2 said:^if you consider her ugly i can just imagine the kind of people you date
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
HandyAndy said:Well how old is that hag?
Im 16 I dont find that thing attractive.
Photoshop? If not, then why is she dressed like a hooker?Phyzzle said:
Fake as hell. Look at the outlines of her hair. The guy didn't do enough blending between the hair the background. It's obvious it was cut out from another image. Nice attempt though.Phyzzle said:
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.
Its funny how people think 16 year olds havnt even gone through puberty yet.TyTe`EyEz said:You will when your nuts drop...
Oh man, you gotta see this pic. of her in today's NY's Newsday..she's holding a machine gun. It looks hot as hell. Very sexy woman. That woman man, makes me pitch a tent.slickaz said:dude...say what you will..but a woman who is an NRA member for life and can handle an M16 properly...are you seriously doubtin what she can do to ****?
Definitely hot. Those lips are made for sucking.Darth said:Probably an AFC though.....
Here's another pic: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bd/Sarah_Palin_Kuwait_13.jpg
Totally hot, I don't care what people 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.