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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
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.
ValleyDJing said:Just so you all know...half those pics were fakes, or the pictures were of two different people. Myspace is fairly safe, and its easy as f.uck. And so what happens if you show up to meet the chick and she's butt ugly? You walk away, thats what. You really have nothing to lose.
Getting a b!tch off myspace takes no skill. You just tell her what she wants to hear. I look for higher quality women. Not attention hors, sluts, and flakes. I don't want no hood rat. Unless you can find th 5% of women who arnt hors on myspace. I say fvck myspace; its another reason for people to be lazy and "game" girls over the internet... Haha whatever floats ur boat I guess.Real said:fools, when you meet a girl from myspace, you are meeting her IN REAL LIFE, and later that night, you are FCUKING HER IN REAL LIFE
nobody cares about the approach, what matters is the end result
if you don't know how to use myspace, then don't use it, but don't talk shyt about it either because you sound like a total fool if you 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.
What my mate told me is that once you have their number for the meet, arrange a place to meet and call from far away.SinJester said:Hah like tell them to you somewhere. You see her and think '**** she's ugly'. Just keeping walking. If she says "you that guy", "who, nope, sorry dont know what your talking about!".
I don't think that all the girls on myspace are skanky anention hor sluts. It's just too common. I would only say about the ones with skanky pictures. A huge amount of the myspace crowd is 12-16 too.