I'm Joe Dirt
Master Don Juan
That guy probably thought he was scoring major points when he made that tape.
What an idiot.
What an idiot.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
How about 0.5th anniversery?Originally posted by legolas
What the f*ck is wrong with people a 6 month annversary makes no linguistic sense because the word anniversary means: The annually recurring date of a past event. The x month anniversary makes no sense whatsoever
btw. Did anyone count the number of times he used the L word? (no you perv it wasn't lesbian)
Makes me wonder, why do guys do this? Is it the media who sets them up for this breakdown?
dito.Originally posted by frivolousz21
6 months actually is something to celebrate..
not like that.
but going out for dinner and recognizing you made it a half a yr a good accomplishment.
not gift worthy though.
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.
nah that was wayyyy to much sap. She probably did eat it, got full and throw up!:nono:Originally posted by Wyldfire
If she was really into him in the first place she would have eaten up all the sap...
The guy looks really young, which is what the excessive sap can be attributed to...probably his first real girlfriend. You'll have that. Yeah, it was sappy, very sappy...but wouldn't be grounds to dump him unless she was looking for a reason to anyhow. Girls love that mushy sh*t IF they're into the guy. He may have suffocated her prior to that, though...which WOULD drive her away. So, it wasn't the tape so much as it was whatever he did in combination with it.Originally posted by DJDamage
nah that was wayyyy to much sap. She probably did eat it, got full and throw up!:nono:
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.