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.
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'm with Moroder on this one. What kind of a dad would humiliate his son in front of a camera and then put it of facebook? That's some low TNB sh!t right there...Moroder said:Shaming your own kid and putting the video up on FB. A$$hole father just got a new definition.
What that father wants and what the kid wants to do are 2 different things. My father didn't want me smoking and drinking. Do you think that stopped me from not doing it? People are independent enough to do what want not what their parents believe they should do.Last of the Alphas said:Bokanovsky,
A father who cares about the person his son turns out to be. A father who doesn't want his son's mind polluted by the decaying society we currently live in. A father who is probably disappointed that more of today's youth can name the most recent Justin Bieber song than can name the first 10 amendments to the Constitution.
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.
It's one thing to ridicule him in private. But publicly humiliating your son on the Internet? What purpose does that serve?Last of the Alphas said:Bokanovsky,
A father who cares about the person his son turns out to be. A father who doesn't want his son's mind polluted by the decaying society we currently live in. A father who is probably disappointed that more of today's youth can name the most recent Justin Bieber song than can name the first 10 amendments to the Constitution.
Nothing to boast about dumbass.dasein said:Thank goodness I don't have kids or I would almost surely be in jail right now in gynoworld.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
QEDNewby 15 said:Nothing to boast about dumbass.
GFYdasein said:
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.