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.
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.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
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.
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.
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.
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.