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.
I was answering a question while being a smart a$$...which is something I'm well known for.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Hah...I'm head over heels for my best friend. Unfortunately he lives in another state. He's coming to visit in about 3 months, though...at which time he's only getting out of bed long enough to eat, shower and use the bathroom.
No, I shared an experience I had that gave a specific example of what the person who started this thread was talking about. I was responding to the posts made to me. To be quite blunt, if the guys on this site were able to view the women who post here in the same way they view the men who post here, things like this would never happen. However, for some reason, there are always some guys who are under the mistaken belief that they need to try to "play DJ" with the female posters here. Not only is that foolish, but it's a total waste of time and energy. We see the same guys who act all "big pimpin'" crying in their teacups and showing their insecurities and fears. Treat the women as if they were just another guy and it would go a mighty long way.
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.
Well, considering Wyldfire's been a member since 2001...
You really need to get over yourself WyldfireOriginally posted by Wyldfire
Well, he didn't have a chance, really. I was coming home from a night out at the bar. I was wearing spandex up to my ass with heaving cleavage. Poor guy had drool running down his chin. I have pretty powerful cleavage. My breasts have been hired out by the CIA and Dept. of Homeland Security for use in interrogating militant Al Qaeda members at Gitmo. They're cheaper than truth serum.
, and they should be our goal.Yay...another sourpuss without a freaking sense of humor. I was making fun of myself...geesh.Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
You really need to get over yourself Wyldfire
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.
What does strippers have to do with anything? The whole boob comment and the Gitmo thing was about another forum I post on. They have avatars and someone dared me to post a picture of my cleavage, so I did. The forum I post on is a virtually unmoderated flame fest between radical militant muslims and conservative chest thumping redneck types. There's this one very radical muslim who posts with so much anger and rage towards America it's not even funny. When he saw my cleavage he started posting graphic roses and kisses to me. A lot of people got a kick out of it and said that my breasts were a powerful psy-ops weapon. I just sometimes forget which group of people I'm posting with at times. People here are so much more anal retentive and uptight...
Y'know, Judge Dredd wouldn't fall for Wyldfire's charms.
LMAO...now see...that's more like it. That's the kind of response I was expecting when I made the boob comments. I'm constantly posting material for others to be able to make a wise crack about and most totally miss it. Although my tits are quite big, I think you're right that my ego is bigger. I'm just glad my ego doesn't take up any space in my brasseire because I'd have to get some of those a$$ implants for counterbalance.
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.
Um, do you realize how hypocritical this is? How do you know I'm not just making fun as well? You're the one who sounds like you got a log crammed up your a$$. You probably do have a "log" there right now as you're reading this. Go back to your pink bible!Originally posted by Wyldfire
Yay...another sourpuss without a freaking sense of humor. I was making fun of myself...geesh.
Seriously...if you guys can't even lighten up and stop acting like you've got a log crammed up your butt on this site I really hate to think how you interact with the women you try to date.
I don't understand how you call yourself intelligent. You had a blown bulb, expired registration, expired license and expired insurance and you didn't know about any of them!!!
Erm...what is a "pink bible"? No log up my a$$...I'm not the one feeling compelled to try to impress the guys on here by acting like a jerk. Honestly, it's pointless for guys to do that with the women who post here. We are all reading the same stuff and everyone knows why new guys stumble onto this site. It's one thing to "fake it" until it becomes habit out in the real world, but faking it on the forum where everyone knows you're faking it is just plain dumb.Originally posted by TillTheEndOfTime
Um, do you realize how hypocritical this is? How do you know I'm not just making fun as well? You're the one who sounds like you got a log crammed up your a$$. You probably do have a "log" there right now as you're reading this. Go back to your pink bible!
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.