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.
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.
Hahahahaha I have two friends that would've done the SAME EXACT THING.real2 said:- 8 hour high
Toronto has an event called the freedom festival. Basically, 28,000+ people get together in the heart of Toronto, and start assembly plants for joints, bring their 8 foot bongs, bring their 10 kg of weed, etc etc, set up tents, and little zone, get stuck in trees, dance to jungle-style techno and get COMPLETELY blazed for the entire 24 hours![]()
So my first time at this festival, I decide to walk around take some pix, and of course buy some weed cookies. I've never done weed cookies. I go up to the seller, and ask for 4 cookies ($5/cookie), but ofcourse I only have a $100 bill on me :crazy: She brings me 4 cookies sealed in plastic, and gives back 5 $20 billsThis makes sense to me since I'm not stoned yet, while 20,000 people are, including those selling sh*t. Anyways, I go back, and buy another 4 cookies, ending up with 8 loaded weed cookies for only 20$
I take 2... 10 minutes later nothing. I take 2 more, feeling the munchies... nothing. So I say **** it, I down all 8 cookies![]()
2 hours later, it hits. That was probably the longest day of my life, which I can hardly remember... long story short...
At around 1am, I'm walking off the subway thinking where the **** am I?
I end up running into a friend from a couple months back who is completely wasted off her ass. She invites me to a party her friends are having. We get to this party, and behold, it's one of the most awkward things I've ever seen.
Inside were 3 dudes at a poker table giving eachother the dirtiest looks you could imagine, and running around was this Uber-gay dude who kept saying he wanted to stick his c*ck into his buddies mouths! On the other hand, one dude kept trying to molest this other girl at the party who I don't even know, and the 3 poker dudes are just tryin to tell the uber-gay fella to **** off.
Uber-gay kept telling one of his buddies he wanted to give him a *******, cmon cmon, please let me give you a *******, please please. :crazy: Eventually, poker buddies get SOOOO wasted that they pick up uber-gay and start throwing him against the walls, doing wrestling moves on him, and absolutely kicking the **** out of uber-gay while he is laughing his ass off in enjoyment.
In the background, Mr. Molester keeps trying to **** one of the girls, and she keeps telling him to **** off, while all this is happening, my female friend gives me the most sexual looks imagineablesince she is completely loaded. I'm uber-stoned, so I think this is absolutely hilarious since I put absolutely NO GAME into this!
After 3 failed attempts at giving *******s to his buddies, Uber-gay ends up saying goodbye to his buddies as they leave the house awkwardly and in remorse. Female friend latches onto my arm, says goodbye to ubergay and we leave. 1 minute later, Mr. Molester is following the other girl out the door, heading the in the same direction. 5 minutes later, we say goodbye to the girl, and watch as Mr. Molester continues to follow her :nono:
Girl and I get to outside her condo, and I look at her, ask "am I coming up?", gives me a sexed up look, and says "prolly not". I don't react, I simply say "Ok, cya later", and walk off into the nightBeing stoned, I could care less.
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8 cookies gave me a fked up adventure![]()
I agree bro 100%, we shud have this on the main page so evryone can write bout the crazy nights theyve had.Spade said:Yo i think we shud make this a sticky thread, who agrees?
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
konnerbelly said:The christian Bible is a compulation of many stories from multiple authors over a large period of time. Therefore it is also multiple languages.I'm not sure what part of this you guys think is fake. The girls pretending to be ignorant Christian nutjobs or the Indian girl pretending to be Hindu. I'll go for the latter, but I've been around enough Evangelists and dumb little girls to feel that the way those two acted was spot on. I recently worked with a grown woman who acted about the same.
wtf hahakonnerbelly said:The christian Bible is a compulation of many stories from multiple authors over a large period of time. Therefore it is also multiple languages.I'm not sure what part of this you guys think is fake. The girls pretending to be ignorant Christian nutjobs or the Indian girl pretending to be Hindu. I'll go for the latter, but I've been around enough Evangelists and dumb little girls to feel that the way those two acted was spot on. I recently worked with a grown woman who acted about the same.