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.
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.
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's a lot of laughing for a dramedy.I'm on my 5th watch-though of the 1972 series called M.A.S.H. The jokes are so funny, and I miss so many, because I'm too busy laughing.
That was the episode that got me started watching it. I had seen a few episodes, but I never liked the show. Then they had the last episode when they finally got to home, and like you say it was an event, so I watched it. There weren't that many channels back then either. It got me more curious about the show, and I started watching it regularly, because it was on a lot in reruns.I do remember the last episode airing when I was a kid - it was a huge deal and was the most watched show for decades, up until a few years ago when a Super Bowl finally broke the record.
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Probably because she was a ho at heart. By the end of the series, they had pretty much turned her character around 180 degrees. The football game seemed to be what most people remembered about the movie, at least back then. I remember hearing about it long before I saw it.Then for some reason she later mindlessly cheerleads the 4077th in their football game with the 8063rd...it makes no sense.
The football scene was pretty well directed though.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
That's a lot of laughing for a dramedy.
Which brings up the question, which do you prefer, early MASH or later MASH. I tend to prefer later MASH, not because of the heavier tone, but just because I prefer Potter/BJ/Winchester to Henry/Trapper/Burns. I'm sure some would consider that sacrilege lol.The first 4 seasons, was mainly comedy . After that, it became more dramedy, as you say.
Which brings up the question, which do you prefer, early MASH or later MASH. I tend to prefer later MASH, not because of the heavier tone, but just because I prefer Potter/BJ/Winchester to Henry/Trapper/Burns. I'm sure some would consider that sacrilege lol.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.