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.
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.
Grab her hand pull it closer to your body and say "let go of my hand" then pull her in a little more and say "Let go of my hand"... "what are you doing?" "stop that..."Arsinel said:I often have cute girls approach me and we engage in pleasant conversation. Why do they do this?! What should I do?!?!
Grab her hand pull it closer to your body and say "let go of my hand" then pull her in a little more and say "Let go of my hand"... "what are you doing?" "stop that..."Arsinel said:I often have cute girls approach me and we engage in pleasant conversation. Why do they do this?! What should I do?!?!
stop walking, grab her hand and say "come with me"Arsinel said:Well, not really they walk up to me but they talk to me when I walk by.
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.
yesBuck Rogers said:you for real?
Not until you stop taking it up the ass!The Truth said:Stop trolling you insignificant little computer nerd! These stupid threads and replies of yours are not funny! You have no wit and nobody is laughing so quit wasting your time!
Go back to masturbating over Internet porn instead!
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.
OH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! You are so funny and clever. I don't understand why you are single and lonely with wit like that!Arsinel said:Not until you stop taking it up the ass!
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