VIVAlasVEGASBaby
Senior Don Juan
I hate to bump again, but what the hell
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.
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.
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.
get a life man. I wrote this ****ing post, i spent two goddam hours writing it on a saturday, some ideas were influenced from others on this site, but no copying word for word was done; in fact even any ideas that were "stolen" were soley from my memory as i was writing this. Thank you to all of you on this site who influenced a very small portion of my ideas on this post.Ok. Lets be honest. You stole this tip from somewhere didn't you
Too often we get into routines. The routines are in some way a comfort zone. Change can scare anyone, so to go and do something totally different is scary, but should it be? No!
Dont you see how we have an unlimited number of chances each day to really live this life, and we never do! We sit at home or we sit behind our desks or we watch tv or read some dumb novel (not saying reading is a bad thing ;-)) or sit on the internet or spend out time travelling in cars or buses, held up in traffic jams.
Most of it is pointless. We are all doing this sh1t cos we are told its what is right, what is expected, but i think its time we stopped living by these imaginary rules. In 100 years we'll ALL by dead, our time in the limelight will have gone, over, finito.
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.
maybe a newer version of the Archives is what you're talking about.Originally posted by nibun
bump!!!!
There needs to be subfolder dedicated to 4-5 star posts like this.
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.
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.