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.
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.
Sweet! Thank you!S1NN3R said:Click on the person's name in the upper left of their post, select view public profile. In the upper right, there will be the option to add that person to your ignore list.
Funny yes, in a pathetic kind of way. His attitude is getting old. He's just a chump with too much attitude. Maybe he's recently come out of the AFC stage and is finding his groove by going to the other extreene and being a ****y self-absorbe little biatch. He'll snap out of it eventually (If he's lucky) and find his own balance.Duke said:Dude, how can you hate the Birdman? He's created some of the most hilarious threads on sosuave in recent years.
I don't even know if he's a real person and I'm aware that he rarely contributes real content, but as long as I get a laugh out of him, I can't really get angry about it.
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.