You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
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.
y'all gotta check the photo's on this one:DJDamage said:oh man this is just too funny to be real:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Guys-who-actually-care-about-Girls/243980489045
And then, the UPDATE:This group is for the guys who still believe in being a gentlemen. For those who can open a door, surprise her with flowers, who calls her beautiful instead of hot, or will stay awake just to watch her sleep. For the guys who want to show her off to the world when she is in her sweats, who will hold her hand in front of your friends, who will constantly reminds her of how much you care and how lucky you are to have her, the one who can turn to his friends and say..."that's her."
:crackup:New posters please keep in mind that his group is not a dating service. Nor a group to tell everyone how wonderful you are. This is a group for discussing being a gentlemen, the lack of them, or other such topics. I will be deleting any posts that are either A. trying to use this group as some sort of dating service or B.mindlessly posting to tell us your a gentleman.
-Jag
So you'd expect the posters to fall over themselves in self-chastising. But no, the first three replies look like this:How many guys on here can actually say, without a shadow of a doubt within their own minds, that they have never actually done anything terrible to a woman they loved?
Think of it as if, heaven forbid, your ex's actually could see what you write on here. Would they agree with you? Would all of them (yes ALL of them) say that you were a guy who actually cares about the girl he is with? Or even girls in general?
Well I haven't had many girlfriends but I can honestly say I've always been the perfect gentleman with women. And gotten **** in return.
Women don't want a perfect gentleman. They want an alpha male who will make them moan like the ***** they are.
Then the women in the group (Wasn't it supposed to be for men? What's this?) call them "sexist pigs."My experience has proven to me, multiple times, that John and Jake have it right. Maybe we should start a group for men who have been ****ed over (pun intended) by these supposedly wonderful and sensitive women. It would be the largest group on Facebook, no doubt.
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.
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.
I care about girls, too, but God damn!This is for any guy who puts a girl before himself
maybe someone should start it!horaholic said:The first one? I care about girls, too, but God damn!
Where's the "I was a gentleman who cared about my girl, till she fvcked an alpha scumbag." How many million guys would be in THAT group?
haha looks like someone is seriously trolling this group with those fake abuse posters and people in the comment section are flipping out.taiyuu_otoko said:
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.