zekko
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This may be the smartest thing I've ever read on here.squirrels said:F**k what SoSuave thinks.![]()
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
This may be the smartest thing I've ever read on here.squirrels said:F**k what SoSuave thinks.![]()
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.
Mr. P,Mr.Positive said:Cheers man, tip the glass of scotch for me, and wish I could join ya with a cigar to celebrate.
zekko said:This may be the smartest thing I've ever read on here.
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.
I thought you got divorced recently, maybe it wasn't a year ago, but according to this thread two years ago http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=164423, not to mention you were referring to her as Mrs K and your daughter as Little K until that thread.KarmaSutra said:I've been divorced since May of 2005.
Moving too fast? Hardly. I've dated more women in the last 6 years than most men will in a lifetime.
All of those experiences lent a hand in my maturation process. So did most of you. I've walked away from some really terrific women.
They weren't what I want in a long-term mate. Now I've found one. Now I've found one I appreciate enough to include in my life.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
I was divorced before I became a member here.iqqi said:I thought you got divorced recently, maybe it wasn't a year ago, but according to this thread two years ago http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=164423, not to mention you were referring to her as Mrs K and your daughter as Little K until that thread.
I am confused?
I wouldn't call that perspective, but I'd call it clarification. So Mrs K wasn't really Mrs K? Just a LTR or something? What about Lil K?KarmaSutra said:I was divorced before I became a member here.
There's some perspective for ya.
You can't divorce an LTR.iqqi said:I wouldn't call that perspective, but I'd call it clarification. So Mrs K wasn't really Mrs K? Just a LTR or something? What about Lil K?
SO Mrs K, who you referred to as Mrs K up until 2009, wasn't Mrs K? That post you made about having balls to change your life was made in 2009, dude. You are fvcking CONFUSING the hell out of me.KarmaSutra said:You can't divorce an LTR.
We were married from 2000 to May 2005. Lil K isn't mine biologically but I was the only masculine presence in her life for over 13 years.
Now, not so much. Her Mother made her make a choice between staying in contact with me or doing whateverthefvck she wants, with whomever she wants, like her Mother.
She chose the easiest of the two possibilities. It's sad but her choice to make.
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're simply confused. I have nothing to do with it.iqqi said:SO Mrs K, who you referred to as Mrs K up until 2009, wasn't Mrs K? That post you made about having balls to change your life was made in 2009, dude. You are fvcking CONFUSING the hell out of me.
I'll take that as a compliment Brother Booblicious.( . )( . ) said:Well for what it's worth, and that is nothing considering marriage today is as meaningful as pulling a booger.
Congrats?
Alright, well don't blame me for being confused. Here is another thread: http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=139181 in which you referred to her as MRS K, not ex-Mrs K, and you were always referring to her as MRS K, until that post exactly two years ago, where you said you moved on.KarmaSutra said:You're simply confused. I have nothing to do with it.
Until a coupla' years ago we were still a familial unit. She has always been the ex-Mrs. K since I've been here.
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.