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.
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.
not really, but it's popular news today and kinda related to this section, for example check at diggCreate Reality said:You would know, wouldn't you?
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.
Now I'm no endocrinologist, but I think that might have something to do with puberty.spesmilitis said:sorta related. . . when I was 15 and a vegitarian, and I wanted increase my protien intake, so I ate alotta soy/tofu. Around that time my hair started getting thicker and I developed new hair on the front side of my head (where there was no hair).
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
yeah, that's an old facts...diplomatic_lies said:Actually wearing t-shirts make you gay. Its a proven scientific fact.
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.
But Chinese people eat lots of soya sauce, and they're one of the most conservative countries when it comes to social issues like homosexuality. In fact, all the "big 3" of Asia (China/Jap/Korea) are soya sauce eaters, and conservative.MuayThai said:New name for gays... Soya boys. Rofl
Deus ex Pianoforte said:Here's a tip. Try getting your news from somewhere else besides Far-Left Websites. :nono:
For some reason, it's hard for me to even zero in on a single point when I'm reading a page that was written by crazy people. I did however get the gist, and the point was exaggerated and enhanced to advance the Liberal Extremist agenda.
KarmaSutra said:Christ. I hope that don't include Kikkoman soy sauce. What the hell am I going to put in my cereal now? Milk? Amberbock?
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.