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'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.
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.
I actually don't know many fat chicks, but there are 2 that are really creeping me out.mcpwn said:so how do u reject girls that are not good looking while being nice
Come on, have some standards. Being a DJ is about respecting yourself first. It's about attracting the girls that you want. You are the prize. Don't settle for the scraps off the table when you deserve the three-course meal.krazyboy99 said:for those of you b1tching about ugly girls, how many girls have u actually hooked up with? mainly going to the OP and crazy asian. beggars can't be choosers. get some experience under your belt before you start getting ****y. it's messed up to be a d1ck to a girl just because of her looks, but if you aren't even getting any then its just pathetic
amen brotha couldnt have said it better myselfCome on, have some standards. Being a DJ is about respecting yourself first. It's about attracting the girls that you want. You are the prize. Don't settle for the scraps off the table when you deserve the three-course meal.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
ive actually done the friend thign on a girl I likeMichele said:"i'm gay"
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"you're friends with so-and-so, right? <and talk about how awesome her friend is and how you'd love to date her and such>"
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.