nah, I was there and I know what she meant, it wasnt just a lame compliment for effect. It was a genuinely fascinated compliment. Like wow, ive never met a black guy, who is cool as hell, funny and smart as you. I am totally intrigued. Also, as one of the previous posts stated, girls want the guy to initiate the naughty stuff. even if she does have a bf, me asking her so directly, without her being right next to me, without warming her up to it by being next to her, kinoing her, etc. is not ideal. That was my fault. I do believe that she wanted me that night.
"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
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Keep us updated on your kooky hi-jinks. Maybe things will go your way. Or maybe you'll end up a parapelegic at the hands of bat-wielding boyfriend. Who knows. 
rofl. Doubt it. If that occurs then that guy is dead meat whatever he does to me, it will happen to him as well. I have friends as I said before who would be more than glad to back me up if a situation such as this occurred. 50 frat brothers, sports friends, and a number of real friends who have helped me out before. I have nothing to worry about, so people stop bringing up the whole "oh, he'll beat you up crap"
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Ur funny.
Did you blow all those frat guys for favors or something? Unless they owe you a debt of magnificent proportions, I don't think all of them would pick up arms to come to your rescue.
Besides, where the heck is your pride? Tsk tsk... relying on others to save your computer-nerd ass.
Did you blow all those frat guys for favors or something? Unless they owe you a debt of magnificent proportions, I don't think all of them would pick up arms to come to your rescue.
Besides, where the heck is your pride? Tsk tsk... relying on others to save your computer-nerd ass.
well, no, I didnt blow em, and I didnt say I would be rolling 50 deep or anything, but, im saying, if I needed it, enough help would be there
and also, pride? Im a small guy, its only prudent to bring backup to a fight with larger dudes. If you were 5'2" and 100 pounds, would you go up against a 6'2" 200 pounder with your noble "pride" I think not. (note: I am not 5'2" )
and also, pride? Im a small guy, its only prudent to bring backup to a fight with larger dudes. If you were 5'2" and 100 pounds, would you go up against a 6'2" 200 pounder with your noble "pride" I think not. (note: I am not 5'2"
)"I just moved here from Florida."
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.