You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
Well aren't you a tricky little girl.Originally posted by MsThang
Just because the website belongs to her doesn't mean it's me. I won't tell you yet because I want you to be honest(But I will, I promise.)
Originally posted by Unbridled_1
Jake,
Yes she is attractive in that picture, but it's only her PROFILE. If you get a straight ahead picture, she's got a somewhat weird face (her cheeks are too big). Check this one out:
http://community.webshots.com/photo/181318665/181318665bZNiww
Originally posted by MsThang
Just because the website belongs to her doesn't mean it's me. I won't tell you yet because I want you to be honest(But I will, I promise.)
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.
Nice job, and there we have it. What was your username before?Originally posted by Helter Skelter
God I must be bored to reply to this, but I saw Ms Thang's name.
Someone I actually remember from the good ole days.
I seem to remember her being a red head.
My guess is the second from the right.
Could be a trick question, maybe it's none of them.
She is or was a red head that's all I remember.
I think it's time for dinner. later
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're not too shabby, MsThang.Originally posted by MsThang
Nice job, and there we have it.
Oh, right, I see how it is.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
You're not too shabby, MsThang.
But I've got penkitten now. You'll have to settle for one of the other guys.
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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.
yayOriginally posted by Giovanni Casanova
But I've got penkitten now.![]()
Dude! That b!tch-beast in the pic looks pretty similar to Jariel's mom. I gave her the sausage somethin fierce.Originally posted by MsThang
Oh, right, I see how it is.Excuse me a minute. *sniff*
In any case, because you were all such good sports here is a real picture of me:
Don't drool too hard, guys, I'm taken...
Yowza....Originally posted by Unbridled_1
http://community.webshots.com/photo/181318665/181318665bZNiww
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.