BootsOfEscaping
Don Juan
Yes. 
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
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.
You'd be surprised how quickly someone can get over another person when they realize they weren't actually "in love" with them in the first place. The majority of relationships aren't built on love. They're built on the dream of finding that ever-elusive "ideal mate". So often a person will talk themselves into believing every person they get involved with fit's the bill. Once they figure out this little trick their mind is playing on them, it's much easier to let go.Originally posted by NewMan
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What he needs now is to exorcise her from his heart. I'm currently performing said exorcism.
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Sorry to burst your bubble - but we've been there.
He's not going to be able to get over this in a couple of minutes.
He needs what every guy needs in this situation -
Namely - other guys to tell him what to do and to keep him on the straight and narrow.
Otherwise, he's going to blow his top and get all emotional and sh#t on her.
To quote Eminem:-
Ever since I broke up with What's-her-face,
I'm a different man.......
Don't put out, I'll put you out,
Won't get out, I'll push you out,
Wouldn't p#ss on fire to put you out,
I'm a dude with boobs and a vagina...at least that's what Pook says.Originally posted by cactus3178
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That's the best advice I've ever heard coming from a chick.
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.