You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
Standard operation procedure? Not to sure, if it is he just means the way you should always go about sexual logistics.Jmiah said:What's SOP?
I have that effect on peoplePoonani Maker said:Hey vice, I thank you for starting this topic. It has totally altered my thinking towards my next place. I've decided to rent downtown on the cheap, and go out EVERY chance I get, and pull within walking distance to my crib. I will sell everything except for my bed and clothes, as the places I'm eying are less than 700 sq ft. All the while, I will SAVE a sh!tload of income, best of both worlds I think. Fvck it.
That's what road head is for.Vice said:Just wondering, because if I'm at the club and I've got a girl who's all hot and bothered and ready to go, would a 45 minute ride back to my place be too far?
Should I get a hotel room? Get it on in my car?