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 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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Here is the thing BN. These crazy women that you date? With all of the issues and everything else? You are JUST as crazy, maybe more so, than they are.bigneil said:Day 28. While I had fantasized about having two hot Russian women, the truth is that I am now basically married to one and we have a 23 year old daughter.
It's the strangest thing - to realize after only 5 weeks since meeting her that this random phone number turned into both a roommate and romantic relationship, and one that is actually really working.
I've never lived with a girl before, and I realize I like living with her. We have sex pretty much every night now, and she is falling for me for sure. I knew when I got that extended look during dinner. The comfortable silence as Pulp Fiction coined.
The Russian has officially cured me of the Stripper (after 18 months of dating), though I am keeping her on the side. I've realized that by my dating a girl 21 years younger, that now dating a girl 12 years younger is no problem. It's sort of like strength resistance training.
However last night the Russian actually said "My doctor said I have Borderline Personality Disorder". I said "My friends were right! BPD! So it's only a matter of time before I trigger abandonment disorder and you paint me black and the sex stops."
i think cordocordon is getting a hardonhardon for bigneil and his "lucid' threadcordoncordon said:Here is the thing BN. These crazy women that you date? With all of the issues and everything else? You are JUST as crazy, maybe more so, than they are.
If you ever get a lucid moment in that head of yours? Think about that.
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.