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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Drdeee said:You can't really really trust anyone, and you can't really have real friends. You can just have good people around and bad people around - those in turn shape shift into friends, near, far, and anything in between.
Pick a good person, test them, and be to them their best friend.
Watch out for people who:
1) ask you to lend them money
2) use your cologne when at your place
3) are members of the underworld
4) have problems with the law
5) do hard drugs other than marijuana
6) .........someone could complete this list
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.
These are called friends of convenience. They're only around if they want or need something and are the sweetest people in the world until they get what they were after. Kind of like AFCs.Drdeee said:1) ask you to lend them money
I guess you're obsessive over your cologne?2) use your cologne when at your place
Vampires aren't real. :rock:3) are members of the underworld
Sounds to me like you desert your friends at the first sign of trouble. See point #1. You are a friend of convenience, you're only around when you need something. :rock:4) have problems with the law
Yup nailed it mate and I only have 1 friend like this used to have 3 but the other two got whipped into shape by their wifes.Gaucho said:I'll tell you what real friends ARE (let's be positive here rather than negative):
1) They say a true friend is someone you can not speak to for long periods and when you hang out or talk again, it is like as free and easy to talk as normal with no grudges held.
2) Someone who sticks by you when YOU need it. If you are sick, they will come around to watch a movie with you. If you break up with your girlfriend, they will go out with you for company and to take your mind away.
These are my main two rules with friends. If they don't stick by this, fukc em, drop them like a sack of sh*t!!!
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.