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.
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.
Maybe. Intelligence could translate into money and power. Back then, women were much more dependent on having a man to support them. To be in the house of a rich and powerful man was about as high a position that they could rise to.Atom Smasher said:
Believe it or not I know this is outside the box but if you value good ice cream back then in the mid 1800's you were intelligent. How neglected is ice cream now a days where we don't even value it. At Mcdonalds you can get it for a dollar.zekko said:
Back then they really valued what they had. Especially if there was a special party. You'd think he would really write about it in his paper?Atom Smasher said:
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.
True but I'm left to believe the best parties he attended were never recorded. Any one else have a theory on this?shrub77 said:
I'm sure in his hayday. He must have been quite the womanizer.VladPatton said: