Trumpetman
Don Juan
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Usually she ends up coming over and we'll watch a movie, tv, or play cards and sometimes some ping pong. Any other fun ideas that we could do at my house that you guys have done
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.
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.
Is it just me, or do I find this highly sexual in nature. Oh...where's the ball (in her shirt), oh wait..there it is, it looks like it came out of your...you know.and sometimes some ping pong.
seriouslyMissionX said:Haha, Maybe you should have sex with her lol
Payne
Themanthatcan said:Wrestle-take something from her and don't let her have it back.Then when you finally do let her get it back (Dont "let her"),try and get it back from her.Endless hours of fun.Make sure to kiss her somewhere in there too (when you catch her eye for a couple seconds).
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.
sparky0000 said:that is just plain creepy :nervous: any victims?
Yeah, girls who like games are pretty cool. Contrary to popular belief, not only geeky girls are into that thing.Mandiblard said:My girlfriend likes playing with my Wii
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.
wow so there is an upside to themMandiblard said:My girlfriend likes playing with my Wii
watch horror movies,and keep scaring her:yes:Trumpetman said:Usually she ends up coming over and we'll watch a movie, tv, or play cards and sometimes some ping pong. Any other fun ideas that we could do at my house that you guys have done
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.