Solomon
Master Don Juan
I'll be in Tampa in a couple months and was wondering if anyone got any good intel on bars/lounges areas to hit up?
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When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
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.
Oh shyt Mr Vulpine where you been sir? how you been?Vulpine said:When you get in the cab, tell them "Ybor City". They'll get you there.
It's pronounced "E-bore", as in, español.
I've been hibernating in the castle, living closer to LAX than when we tried to meet up (I'm assuming you're still up by MSP). I've finally started burning "the good wood", so it's hard to drag myself outside in the cold to work on things that need done. I've been busy otherwise with homesteading and building up my permaculture design. Think of it like I'm an artist: my land is the canvas. I've been thinking of planting flowers such that it waves a big red middle finger at google earth for spying, but I resign myself to fruit trees/shrubs and nut trees instead. Bees and chickens are coming this spring, so it's busy, busy, busy.Solomon said:Oh shyt Mr Vulpine where you been sir? how you been?
yeah E-bore is where I'm gonna be at (Hotel wise) can't wait to get out of Antarctica
Lax eeh? I was actually in West Hollywood 2 a week and half ago, epic debauchery was ensued.Vulpine said:I've been hibernating in the castle, living closer to LAX than when we tried to meet up (I'm assuming you're still up by MSP). I've finally started burning "the good wood", so it's hard to drag myself outside in the cold to work on things that need done. I've been busy otherwise with homesteading and building up my permaculture design. Think of it like I'm an artist: my land is the canvas. I've been thinking of planting flowers such that it waves a big red middle finger at google earth for spying, but I resign myself to fruit trees/shrubs and nut trees instead. Bees and chickens are coming this spring, so it's busy, busy, busy.
Are you just bugging out to get some sun, or it's it a business thing? If it was for sun, I'd bust your balls and tell your black ass to get a passport for a realz vacation.
Anyway, Ybor is a night/club game spot. There are other spots, but it was long ago, and I was living in Orlando, so names escape me. It seems to me that we'd go to another "State Street" sort of area, too. Surely the locals could help better than I, I'm surprised they haven't chimed in for you yet.
awww shiiiiit thank yo for that Mr. Espi although these days I rarely I really shoot when I'm out unless I got that motivationEspi said:Ahhh shiat Solomon sarging the 813. Lock up your daughters and plates!
Enjoy the Bay Sir.
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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.
LaCrosse, not Los Angeles.Solomon said:Lax eeh?
aww poor you, but I have a buddy who goes to Lacrosse at least once a month, says it's great place to "Hunt"Vulpine said:LaCrosse, not Los Angeles.