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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
That's the traditional view, same as not wearing brown coloured shoes after 6 pm.Omen said:Well i've got all the matching down. Shoes match belt, and belt buckle matches watch.
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.
Actually no. I wear dikies (the real spelling gets ** out so I spelled it wrong) and a company shirt and tennis shoes. I work in a warehouse (retail) and unload and stock crap. I also look like everyone else in my dept. lol. Well the whole store looks alike but I get to wear black cause we get dirty.Analytic said:Omen, no offense but that sounds extremely superficial. It just clothes, you made it sound like some war stories lol. One question though, what's the difference between your work clothes and going out clothes? you obviously were slacks and button down shirts for work and going out. Is it the shoes and belt that is more stylish?