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.
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.
This is something I only thought personally. This is always the case?DonGorgon said:Men and women can never be true friends... one or both end up wanting to F
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
First, graduate to the intelligence level of a small land mammal.harvard3 said:Hmm...we used to be very close friend....we can tok bout everything.....
now i had find out tat i like her........but i just dunno wat to do?
we used to go out once a week but.....mostly....i call her out.....
Yeah, when I read this earlier today, I thought to myself wow the kid who won 5th place in the Special Olympics was able to stop eating his boogers for 30 seconds and register on this forum. I wonder how he actually registered did his mom help him.Telos said:First, graduate to the intelligence level of a small land mammal.
As frustrating and unfair as it is, you actually have to be coherent to score with the ladies most of the time. Sometimes you can occasionally get away with a well timed series of deep, primal grunts... but I'm getting the feeling that with you that we should probably focus on baby steps. One thing at a time. Deep breath.
Second. Stop calling her. The fact that you "tok bout everything" together has probably already destroyed any drop of attraction she has for you. She needs you to give her the gift of missing you. Stop your tok'n and get a hobby that doesn't involve her. Here is a pro tip: The more you call her, the more she's definitely NOT thinking about your thick man meat deep inside her.
Telos said:First, graduate to the intelligence level of a small land mammal.
As frustrating and unfair as it is, you actually have to be coherent to score with the ladies most of the time. Sometimes you can occasionally get away with a well timed series of deep, primal grunts... but I'm getting the feeling that with you that we should probably focus on baby steps. One thing at a time. Deep breaths.
Second. Stop calling her. The fact that you "tok bout everything" together has probably already destroyed any drop of attraction she has for you. She needs you to give her the gift of missing you. Stop your tok'n and get a hobby that doesn't involve her. Here is a pro tip: The more you call her, the more she's definitely NOT thinking about your thick man meat deep inside her.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Is his name supposed to be ironic?harvard3 said:i don understand wat u mean in the first step....
bout the baby steps??
can u give me some advice wats tat bout?
I think we need some more info here. Are you retarded? I think knowing this will help us give you advise Special Ed. If you are not technically retarded then what the hell is wrong with you. Also the name Harvard is that for the school you go to The N.C. Harvard School for the Janitorial Arts ("Where special people go for a special job")harvard3 said:guys ....
i need more opinion...........
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please