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.
Ooooooohhhh...someone's TOUGH. Seriously, you are a dip****. You spent 20 minutes typing that response up (probably while waiting for gay porn to download) and tried AS HARD YOU COULD to be clever and witty and to accuse me of being an idiot when it's YOU who is the one telling guys to let their guard down and act like AFC's once they get into a relationship. It doesn't make any sense, but then again, faggots in general don't make sense.LikRetsam said:
Eat ****.She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.