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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Aha, I'm asking it as if you'd think it'd be worth it as an ez lay. She's been practically throwing herself at me and I've been mostly playing it off so far.
She's practically throwing herself at me, how should I handle the situation lol.
She is in the 5-5.5 range. With make-up and better clothes she might pull off being a 6-6.5.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
A friend told me to get drunk and have her just blow me of
Nah brotha definitely not. I'm not really trying to **** something with a blowhole, I'm gonna avoid at all costs.
Lol why no friends finding out? I think I know why.
Funny you said that, I had someone else tell me that I should just get drunk and have her blow me off, they said her type gives the best head.
Cause she is a "moped". Fun to ride but you don't want your friends seeing you ride one. haha
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Hahah, yesterday she was trying to play footsies with me under the table, try to start convos and she'll give me smiles/glances. I've been trying to keep distance bc I don't want my friends to think I'm the one trying to get her. It's getting awkward and annoying tbh. You think I should just tell her leave the me **** alone?
Didn't think of that but very true. She's been I'd say pretty aggressive and like you said I'm not tryna smash and have to see her everyday bc we have 2 classes together. How do you think I should handle that? Just tell her off? Ironically I actually like a friend of hers lol.
5.5? She's below 4. OP I have been in this situation before, the girl you like is off limits because:
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Lol, if for instance I was to smash her, couldn't I just deny it if she was to tell people?
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
