Cloudtopsun2100
Senior Don Juan
hey all ptown here anyone still looking for wings
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.
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.
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.
Care to elaborate? I am contemplating a move to Portland. I need an insider's perspective.thirtyplus said:It's a rough town but you get used to it.
the whole metro area is white trash and im guessing the black people there must be transplants from california (los angeles to be exact) by the way they behave.3countriesPlan said:portland has skank girls, a pretty crappy nightlife scene, and a massive ghetto called gresham which is filled with white trash, black trash, and everything else that could be wrong with a city. the MAX train is always full of bums-- move somewhere better
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I have noticed this anywhere were the winters are rainy/snowy. Girls have all this built up energy and they love to go out and show it off. They are much more friendly in their demeanor.TheBucketOfTruth said:Time for another jumpstart to this thread. CLEAR! *bzzzt*
Has anyone actually met up just for fun or gone out "sarging" in this oddball city? I'm from LA, so I'm not used to having to scour the city for good spots to meet attractive women. It seems very hit and miss in this city, although somehow during the summer months all the better looking girls come out of hibernation. Anyone else experienced this? Some people said it's just that it's the same girls dressed up better or more revealing, but I don't buy that hypothesis.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
You're right that there's a lot of chill places. Most of the clubs will have club girls in them, so if Aura bothers you then most of the real club clubs probably won't interest you.Evzone said:In my experience, Portland has a lot of chill places, but I haven't had as much luck looking for a more upbeat party place. Then again, I'm not the biggest expert on Portland nightlife. Any ideas?
Well thinking about it some more, it might have just been a bad night at Aura since I have heard good things from others. The deal was there were basically no girls under 30 when I was there (I'm 21)...so yeah. I'm looking for places to meet new women; I already got a reasonably good feel for where to take someone for date or something like that.TheBucketOfTruth said:You're right that there's a lot of chill places. Most of the clubs will have club girls in them, so if Aura bothers you then most of the real club clubs probably won't interest you.
Happy hour at Henry's 12th Street Tavern almost always has some cute women, but good luck finding a table without waiting for half an hour. All my friends are usually broke, so I don't have people to go out on the town with often. Are you looking for places to take women or pick up women?
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.