Metaphysical
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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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
I know, I need to change the hair. I tried short hair before but it didn't work for my facial shape and structure..TonyBaloney said:one final thing i would say though is get yourself a good haircutyour present style sucks bigtime!!!!!
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.
Metaphysical said:Yeah agree, I look a lot better with a tan.
I just gotta find a short haircut that works for me.. this is another pic of shorter hair.. looks a bit awkward in my opinion but I gotta find a new stylist and see what he can do
http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314570_10100641500415102_28131069_63657394_891687255_n.jpg
I think the hair looks great on you either way and it can only work in your favor. In my opinion you could pull off a Jon Levin with that hair (the short style or the long one. Doesn't matter). Forget spending 10 grand on such a minor problem. Instead put more energy into going to the gym and work to getting a Dwight Howard physique. Going to the gym and getting excellent results will not only erase that "problem" from your mind but it'll get you in significantly easier with the ladies. I'm assuming you're about 5'9. Am I right?Metaphysical said:Yeah agree, I look a lot better with a tan.
I just gotta find a short haircut that works for me.. this is another pic of shorter hair.. looks a bit awkward in my opinion but I gotta find a new stylist and see what he can do
http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/314570_10100641500415102_28131069_63657394_891687255_n.jpg
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.
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.