SamTheHobit
Master Don Juan
She should be a Mormon 
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.
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.
I may not know what good quality is, but I certainly know what it isn't lol!LiveFreeX said:Been suffering from extremely violent bouts of food poisioning the last couple of days. My wife hasn't slept in nearly 48 hours, she's watched me like a hawk and made sure even though I spent most of my time in the fetal position covered in my own vomit and diahrea that I was warm, taken care of and had the right medicines. She cleaned off my face, helped me shower, go to the bathroom, sang me to sleep, changed my fever wraps, fed me and frequently changed my barf bucket. Wouldn't be here today writing this post if it wasn't for her.
THAT is a good woman and that's why she's my wife. I don't think you guys know what quality is.
Just as a side note: If you ever start blacking out after a major bout of diahrea, take a potassium pill or you'll go into cardiac arrest.
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.
whatever floats your boatabe0 said:If you leave the sex part out....my dog Chuck fits those definitions!! Abe
Mine is cooking dinner right now after she made sangria, she cooks every night. She would do the same as what your wife did. Foreign women are the best! Once you go foreign you don't go back. Why'd you get sick? Maybe you ate some of that gutter oil. Hope your wife is cooking for you it should be mandatory.LiveFreeX said:Been suffering from extremely violent bouts of food poisioning the last couple of days. My wife hasn't slept in nearly 48 hours, she's watched me like a hawk and made sure even though I spent most of my time in the fetal position covered in my own vomit and diahrea that I was warm, taken care of and had the right medicines. She cleaned off my face, helped me shower, go to the bathroom, sang me to sleep, changed my fever wraps, fed me and frequently changed my barf bucket. Wouldn't be here today writing this post if it wasn't for her.
THAT is a good woman and that's why she's my wife. I don't think you guys know what quality is.
Just as a side note: If you ever start blacking out after a major bout of diahrea, take a potassium pill or you'll go into cardiac arrest.
LiveFreeX said:Unfortunately because of the lack of control and rampant corruption here the store bought food is frequently tainted with all sorts of bad stuff. I got off pretty easy actually... we read an article that about 34 school children were hospitalized because of the yogurt... found RAT POISON in it. I was just out for a couple days. There are things much worse than gutter oil here...wish I still had the articles, would post them for you guys to read, you wouldn't believe the stuff they do.
Yeah man foreign women for the win. I honestly, don't even remember what American women were like, been around these girls so long.
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.
glass half full said:I've seen some of the articles of what is being sold as food there. We have some food issues in U.S. too that aren't so widely known yet, but it's out there. What I've heard from China though...is disgusting.
I admire that the women over there are so good, they could teach the self-entitled brats here a thing or two.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.