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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
What?fl32345 said:And what do you mean at the end?
Haha no he just told me where they were. I got up and got it, he was up on his bed so he didn't see anything.Pair A Dice said:Great update.
Was your buddy watching you fvck since he gave you a condom when you put yours on wrong?
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.
Yeah I've tried it once before on my birthday sex thing but it really sucked. Like I thought I was going to finish but didn't, so I needed a new condom and when I was done it wasn't a very satisfying thing...Nino-Tk said:Damn man, now I really can't wait to start University next year, you killing it man. Well, about the cumming early thing, I would say...dare I say it, bust one before you get to her, that way,you will last but I don't think you will be as aroused so its a double edged sword.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I'm not really the right person to ask for this one. If she's interested it shouldn't matter when you text her.LearningSlowly said:What have you found about getting texted back and not getting flakes?
I just got a girls number today, she's SO cute and agreed to go to bars this weekend. I didn't text her my name immediately, so I'm a little stuck. I want to have an interesting first text. Just wait for the weekend and invite her out or have you found something else that works well?
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.
True. It's just that I'd like my friends to be honest with me about what happens, I'm honest with them. She f***ed my friend Miles this week, and originally he lied to me about it until I found out from his roommate. I just want to know that I can trust my friends to be truthful. I couldn't care less about the girl, it sucks to be her boyfriend though, he's getting played like crazy.Pair A Dice said:So what if she's a slut? College girls sleep around. There is nothing you can do about it.
Every man wants a slut, but he only wants her to be his slut.
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.