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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
This is exactly the mindframe you don't wanna have, a fairy tale image of women and a generic concept of love and attraction that you got from your mom.Maxtro said:The whole concept of trying to go for a same night lay just sounds creepy. Any girl who puts out on the night I meet her is not worth my time.
not going to argue in support of either side because im still making up my mind myself but just FYI this argument is a fallacy.Zarky said:The blog post mentioned in the OP is entirely wrong.
First point: PU is a business.
Not if you don't make it so. You don't have to spend a dime on learning PU theory. My total expenditure has been about $10 for a used body-language book. That's it, and I've been reading and listening to PU stuff since 1997.
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.
We have a metaphysical disagreement then. Reality is what I experience. If I don't experience it, it doesn't exist. That's my opinion, don't really care if it's anyone else's.garruk said:not going to argue in support of either side because im still making up my mind myself but just FYI this argument is a fallacy.
just beacuse you dont make it so, doesnt mean it isnt. a burger is food whether or not you eat it.