Is that you buddy http://www.myspace.com/rollotomassi
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
...says White pimp.WhitePimp said:I thought he was black for some reason
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.
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
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.