Gray The Prince
Master Don Juan
Maybe a civil war is needed in order to eliminate all of the AFCs who have manginas...
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.
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.
Alle_Gory said:Anyways, thread reported to the mods. I don't think we need all this e-drama and attention whoring.
You're just mad because you were reported to the cops for stalking and harassing Iqqi. People here "snitched" as you call it... MacAvoy.Sue Madre said:Here come the SS police againWhy don't you stop being a little snitch? you are the worst type of b!tch. Worse than the AFC's.
Alle_Gory said:You're just mad because you were reported to the cops for stalking and harassing Iqqi. People here "snitched" as you call it... MacAvoy.
:trouble:
Evidence and your confession: http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?p=1799481#post1799481
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.
Alle_Gory said:You're just mad because you were reported to the cops for stalking and harassing Iqqi. People here "snitched" as you call it... MacAvoy.
:trouble:
Evidence and your confession: http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?p=1799481#post1799481
I find it kinda sad that the guy has supposedly left the forums, but has nothing better to do than send PM's like this.Falcon25 said:Go **** yourself you fuvking piece of ****. You are one of those homosexual members on this forum. Don't fuvking write about me, or to me. You are fuvking ****. You are a puvsy in real life, I can tell by your writing. Go fuvk with someone else. **** you and your mother.
lool this is humorous!Sue Madre said:Hey look everyone, it's the sosuave police. He surfs sosuave 24/7 in order to report every thread and post he doesn't like. They should give this little snitch a paycheck. He hits report so much he has carpo tunnel syndrome in his wristbones. Good job snitch, keep up the good work. Don't forget to hit REPORT right now so you can get a warm fuzzy in your tummy.
Don't forget to put on your resume “SOSUAVE POLICE REPORTING FOR DUTY”
His brain exploded.Chickfight said:I remember appreciating some of this guy's posts in the past. Wonder what happened.
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.