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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Instead of 7 pairs of jeans, go for 4 pairs of jeans, 2 casual trousers, and 1 smart pair of trousers.Charm said:Redoing your wardrobe at age 21? Got $5,000? If so, no problem!
Just gotta be economical! 7 Dress shirts (worn casually), 2 nice belts, 2 nice shoes (one casual, one dress), 7 pairs of designer jeans, 1 hoodie, 6 solid color under-shirts, 3 t-shirts with logos and good neck cuts.
Good luck!
Well, I was going off my own wardrobe but what you say makes sense. I have a pair of sweats too (OMG DONT TELL NOBODY!!!).Fash said:Instead of 7 pairs of jeans, go for 4 pairs of jeans, 2 casual trousers, and 1 smart pair of trousers.
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.