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.
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.
Secure your future.cola said:What's next?
Agreed, %100.WC2 said:Secure your future.
Do things that make you happy/you're good at.
Meet new people.
The list goes on. In reality, these things should be well above banging women.
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.
Next, despite everyone having told you this for years, you accept one of life's boldest lessons on account of your own experience;cola said:What's next?
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.
I...LIKE...THIS.magickarl said:Remember when you were a child? A woman's vajayjay was likely one of the last things on your mind. Yet most of us were happy. In fact, much happier than we are today. I know that I would have much rather played kickball or tag than hung out with a girl. I sure as hell cared a lot more about my report card.
We should take a lesson from children -- Do what makes you happy first, achieve that happiness. Women and sexuality are secondary.
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.
So.......where do I sign up?dbot said:What comes next? I'll tell you what comes next... you enter a vortex of constant dissatisfaction and anxiety because all the women you're screwing aren't making you happy. So what do you do? You fuck even more women, to the point where it's a daily occurrence that only sinks you deeper and deeper into an abyss of depression and detachment, until one day, while busting a load all over the face of some random woman whose name you can't even recall, you ask yourself, "am I really here? Is this my life?" And after finally realizing that fulfilling your sexual urges and aggressively fucking every woman in sight completely senseless HASN'T improved your life on any significant level, you will then modify your life goals and try to forget all the nasty truths you've learned about humans and their natural defiance, infidelity, and backstabbing behavior. But it will be in vain, as your emotional scars will not heal in time for you to regain confidence in other people's ability to love, or even care.
Good luck.
lol :crackup:Drewskie said:So.......where do I sign up?
One of the oldest players I know is 70, a millionare with 28 and 34 year old girlfriends.Prodigy746 said:lol i dont think you can ever get enough girls... its like you dont care about sex after you just did it but than next day you want to have sex anymore. I dont think that changes until you are very old..
Wow, I'm going to print this up and hang it on my desk. This is just unbelievable. This is how I feel. This is poetry my friend. So true......dbot said:What comes next? I'll tell you what comes next... you enter a vortex of constant dissatisfaction and anxiety because all the women you're screwing aren't making you happy. So what do you do? You fuck even more women, to the point where it's a daily occurrence that only sinks you deeper and deeper into an abyss of depression and detachment, until one day, while busting a load all over the face of some random woman whose name you can't even recall, you ask yourself, "am I really here? Is this my life?" And after finally realizing that fulfilling your sexual urges and aggressively fucking every woman in sight completely senseless HASN'T improved your life on any significant level, you will then modify your life goals and try to forget all the nasty truths you've learned about humans and their natural defiance, infidelity, and backstabbing behavior. But it will be in vain, as your emotional scars will not heal in time for you to regain confidence in other people's ability to love, or even care.
Good luck.
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.