Is that you buddy http://www.myspace.com/rollotomassi
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.
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.
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.
...says White pimp.WhitePimp said:I thought he was black for some reason
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.
Heheheh,..my wife calls this "getting Favred" and yes I get it a lot.The Bat said:Am I the only one who thinks Rollo looks like Brett Favre?
Myspace is sooooo 2008Bible_Belt said:Yeah, that's Rollo. Penkitten and I are both on his friends list. I thought str8up was in his friends, too, but don't see him.
So am IBible_Belt said:Yeah, that's Rollo. Penkitten and I are both on his friends list. I thought str8up was in his friends, too, but don't see him.
I see your point, but I'd say being on just one of the two is so 2008.STR8UP said:Myspace is sooooo 2008
yes they do, but they don't call it a blog, they call it notes.:moon:azanon said:I hear facebook has no blog; myspace's best feature if you ask me.
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.
You guys are making this sound like someone did some major detective work.jafyk said:News Flash: Sosuave Forum issue #45 "Rollo Tomassi's identity is exposed" ,Lol. Now the Ladies whose guys left them might come looking for you to exact revenge.
It's just funny cos I was thinking the other day I wonder what Rollo looks like. Good job Eatgel, I'ill wire the money to your bank account later.
Hey, man don't play this down for us ok? Lol. Do you know how long we've been trying to Unmask this Son of a... (Just kidding Rollo), lol.azanon said:You guys are making this sound like someone did some major detective work.
I personally looked up Rollo over a year ago. It took me - ole - 30 seconds to type in "Rollo Tomassi" in the myspace search engine and, you guessed it, i got one hit.
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.