DreamyChick
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
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.
Wow, I can't believe that Mr. Cassanova finally acknowledges my presence here after a year and a half. I could care less what you think. I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought. Go climb back into the linen closet.
Boy, people would think you'd be happy he came out of the linen-closet to acknowledge you...Originally posted by DreamyChick
Wow, I can't believe that Mr. Cassanova finally acknowledges my presence here after a year and a half. I could care less what you think. I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought. Go climb back into the linen closet.
That was no clever acronym but I got a few:Originally posted by DreamyChick
I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought.
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.
considering "slut" only applys to gurls, ware you trying to tell us something about your self. I'ts ok, let it all outOriginally posted by DreamyChick
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She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
No I wouldn't apply the term to myself, but people wonder why some women are promicuous so there you go.Originally posted by spider_007
considering "slut" only applys to gurls, ware you trying to tell us something about your self. I'ts ok, let it all out:cheer:
Originally posted by DrMetallica
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