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.
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.
That's called stalking and it's pretty much frowned upon.Down Low said:Here's what burnt spy Michael Westen would say:
Most battles in war are won by having better intelligence than the other side. The same goes for getting a date with a reluctant woman. You need to do some intelligence gathering. Find out where she lives and where she throws away her trash.
If the trash can is a huge dumpster, no problem. People usually throw away their trash when they go out for the day, or, right after making a pile of smelly food waste at meal time. Do a little more surveillance and find out when she throws it away. You can zero in on her garbage bags by looking at the addresses on mail.
What you're looking for is blood. In particular, the blood on sanitary napkins or tampons. It's not pretty, but you did expect to be handling the source of that material anyway. Don't get squeamish now.
Once you determine when she's on the rag, you have the key intel. All you have to do is come back in about 12 days when she's in heat.
Of course, if you can get in her house, it's a lot easier. Especially if she marks the start of her period with a little P on the calendar.
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.
If you look in the mirror and realize that you don't have what it takes to be a spy, don't try. Someone will just get hurt. Probably you.seethehoop said:That's called stalking and it's pretty much frowned upon.
Maybe the creepiest thing I ever RED. Get it?Down Low said:Here's what burnt spy Michael Westen would say:
Most battles in war are won by having better intelligence than the other side. The same goes for getting a date with a reluctant woman. You need to do some intelligence gathering. Find out where she lives and where she throws away her trash.
If the trash can is a huge dumpster, no problem. People usually throw away their trash when they go out for the day, or, right after making a pile of smelly food waste at meal time. Do a little more surveillance and find out when she throws it away. You can zero in on her garbage bags by looking at the addresses on mail.
What you're looking for is blood. In particular, the blood on sanitary napkins or tampons. It's not pretty, but you did expect to be handling the source of that material anyway. Don't get squeamish now.
Once you determine when she's on the rag, you have the key intel. All you have to do is come back in about 12 days when she's in heat.
Of course, if you can get in her house, it's a lot easier. Especially if she marks the start of her period with a little P on the calendar.