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.
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Be glad we live in a world where fat, ugly, bastards can get some.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
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.