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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Thanks for the advice! I will pray about it.
I would like to serve the Jewish community, and love to study the Torah and the Talmud, and love to give public speeches. I think I would make a great rabbi IF I can give up the casual sex. Now that I think about it, maybe I should try to find a quality woman, marry her, AND become a rabbi!
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 can serve the Jewish community as a non-rabbi and as a devoted practitioner of Judaism. You have been doing something else with your life for 62 years. You have worked some jobs for the last 40-45 years.
I know, but I've long wanted to be a rabbi.
So you don't think your past would come up? Are you naive?
Very ugly too
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.
Just become a reform or reconstructionist Rabbi. The Jew doctors tell me those sects are barely Jewish. You can also pray to Jesus and ask his opinion. After all, he was a Jew too.
She should fix the nose; but prob. gives good head. I believe it's part of a Jewish woman's offerings.. Nice big t!ts and good head. What could go wrong? Just make sure you make a sh!t ton of $$$$.
Their females are not big on anal though..The Talmud allows for all kinds of naughtiness OP. Read it sometime
You can go to a town where no one knows you, if that helps.
It isn't kosher for a Jew to pray to Jesus. Also, why would I? I don't believe he was: God, the Messiah, or the son of God.
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.
Depends on the sect. The reform and reconstructionists are barely Jewish I am told.. They are more "Jew-ish". Then you have the Messianic Jews who believe in JC.
Which ones have the biggest boobs?
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.
