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.
magickarl said:I've taken personality tests before that place me somewhere in the middle. If I had to be honest with myself though, I would say I'm a bit more introverted. Not that I'm shy or anything, but I'm not real big on petty chit-chat. I don't much care for gossip, and if I'm not interested in a topic I don't find myself searching for something to say about it.
I also think a lot. I know everybody does, but I think to myself quite a bit. I just tend to notice things, mull them over, and move on. While I enjoy the company of other people, I'm also perfectly fine with spending a night with myself.
That isn't to say that I'm not outgoing. I am. I just like to observe and listen more than I like to talk.
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.
Awwww. Does somebody need their ego stroked?edger said:You do know it doesn't count if half those women were ugly, right? Sure, I could've f*cked half the world by now, but you know what they would've looked like?
I may not have f*cked that many women(about 9 or so), but I'm at least proud to say that EVERY SINGLE WOMAN I've slept with, was hot. I think I'm actually gonna use this as my new sig.
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.
Nutz said:Used to be an introvert, but now I'm an extrovert.
FairShake said:Big time extrovert.
But as I used to be really shy, I think I am extroverted a bit much. I say whatever is on my mind and it messes things up sometimes. If I'm NOT talking sometimes I feel down!
As for hotties, been with a couple. Been with more average and ugly women though. I'm not that attractive myself though.![]()
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.
My ego's actually sky high, as I'm quite content with my progression in the way I handle women. I must say, I'm a confident man, I'm exactly where I want to be in the game. I may not pull that much, and I'll blatantly without shame, admit that. All I know is, it's not in my deck of cards at the moment(or it may never be, who knows). Life goes on though.magickarl said:Awwww. Does somebody need their ego stroked?
Yeah, neither.magickarl said:Sorry, if I'm wrong I'm wrong, but to me it sounded like you were either trying to get your ego stroked or going for a +1 on your post count