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.
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.
Be glad we live in a world where fat, ugly, bastards can get some.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Totally right.Originally posted by jprjrjr
I don't think the standard is so high for women. You got fat bytches galore who get men, and think they're the shyt.
Put it this way; a fat ugly bytch in a bar will get some horny drunk bastard to hit on her eventually. You have plenty of decent looking guys going home alone because they "don't pass muster"
It always has been, and always will be easier for women to get sex.
Game equals options. Very good looks equals options. It's all about the demand thing. Economics 101 you knowOriginally posted by Visceral
Your "decent looking guys going home alone" were either outclassed by some genetic superman or outplayed by one of those "fat, ugly bastards" with killer game.
Anyway, it still proves my point that men [usually] don't win or lose based on looks the way women do, but do so based on their game, something learned instead of inherited.
You're also talking about those women who play an active role in getting the man involved with her ... this actually makes more of a difference than anything else - the mistress manipulator at work.