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.
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.
The guy could've wiped the floor with me.CHICAGO27 said:You cannot trust women! Ever! I've had some bad things happen to me over the years but this tops it.
I actually would have decked the guy if he was dancing with my gf of 1.5 years like that. Generally I wouldn't react like that but that level of betrayal would have warrented that. I would have kicked has arse and walked away - forever.
Dude, I feel for you! I know you are probably hurting now. Do not allow yourself to be reeled back in. Walk away!
pipe007 said:damn.... OP is a troll, just looked at his past comments... never making sense and trying to stir up some controversy
I hate it.... someone please delete this post
Sometimes it's better to show honor than to allow yourself to be a stooge...P_Dawg_Jalapeno said:The guy could've wiped the floor with me.![]()
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
pipe007 said:damn.... OP is a troll, just looked at his past comments... never making sense and trying to stir up some controversy
I hate it.... someone please delete this post
So, I'd have gotten beat up, probably assult charges, and that **** would've still left with ol' Goliath of Gath. Yay. I seriously hope she caught an STD from him... and maybe got her pregnant too. That'd make me feel better.CHICAGO27 said:Sometimes it's better to show honor than to allow yourself to be a stooge...
At least you would have made a stand, even if it mean't you got your arse kicked.
In front of my face...pipe007 said:well it could be true... but a 1.5 year LTR in front of your face?
lol well my 1 month date did this to me last saturday, we went clubbing, she was into me, until the taller better guy came along, and he bumped into her by accident, and they started talking, then flirting,,,,, in front of me
and she was giving me her back!! while doing it... lol, when the guy was about to walk away, she grabbed his arm, and told him "why are you leaving"? I was in shock.... 20 minutes before that she was all over me kissing me....
and I couldnt walk away because she picked me up in her car... so I had to swallow the whole thing....I never let them get away from my sight, so Im sure she didnt get a number though lol, but we never spoke again after that...
next!
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.
pipe007 said:damn.... OP is a troll, just looked at his past comments... never making sense and trying to stir up some controversy
I hate it.... someone please delete this post
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.
Just the "hey" and "hows your morning going?" messages. This sucks. I feel lonesome as hell right now. There's no way I'm going to work on Monday... I need to get some pot too.pipe007 said:when did this happen? yesterday?
has she tried to contact you again? or just that "hey" message
And yeah, it was last night.pipe007 said:when did this happen? yesterday?
has she tried to contact you again? or just that "hey" message
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.