You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
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.
Yeah, the 40 year old is damaged goods, no argument here, but it's more physical (possibly beat up *****, 2 kids running around) whereas the stripper is emotionally/mentally damaged goods. To me, mental pain is worse than physical pain. I doubt the 40 year old would play mind games to the level the stripper would. Strippers are no good for your mental health.bigneil said:I seem to be losing the debate.
But MisterD I didn't say wholesome I said MORE wholesome.
No 40 year old divorced mother of 2 is wholesome either.
Everyone has there vices.MM92 said:What is your obsession with strippers?
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.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:TonyBaloney said:I now add myself to the choir of voices that think Neil has psych problems.
The whole thread of late about breaking NC with the stripper was just nuts, now you have absolutely confirmed in my mind that your suffering in the mind. Poor you. I would suggest a visit to a good shrink, Neil! This is one hell of a big hole your in, aint it?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Exactly! I always knew the stripper was a stripper and (let's face it) sells sex for a living.Mike32ct said:We dont really know the whole story. Did the 40 yo ride the carusel for many years? Did she cheat and then divorce and take some guy to the cleaners? Or was he really an a$shole, and she rightly divorced him?
:nervous: :nervous: :nervous: :nervous: :nervous:bigneil said:Exactly! I always knew the stripper was a stripper and (let's face it) sells sex for a living.
What did the non-strippers have for issues?
1) HB7, 47, Had 2 kids (smoking hot 18-19 year olds), secretly about to go bankrupt in her business and lose her Visa.
2) HB8, 36, Not sure if she could get pregnant, then got pregnant within months of our breakup.
3) HB8, 38, Had 1 kid, Told me she had Herpes right when we were about to have sex.
4) HB7, 42, Had 2 kids, had just divorced Microsoft Millionaire, and was ruthless toward him in front of me.
5) HB9, 40, Had 1 year old twins but had just been divorced and worked for Big Pharma.
6) HB7, 29, Had rage issues and would storm off at the bat of an eye and worked for Military Industrial Complex.
7) HB8, 25, Was an alcoholic and unemployed.
None of them were strippers. I like the stripper better than most of them.
It is man, we're both 23, none of us wants a clapped out 40 year old with a vagina as loose as KFC bucket and we don't want a 20 year old stripper who is clearly deranged and was probably abused as a child.San Jose California said:^Yeah for real. I'm not even gonna vote that's such a dumb poll.
LolSolomon said:keep trying to justify to yourself that just because your dating a "hot stripper" that she is quality because of hot she is or "wholesome" because she has no std's yet she is sliding up and down a pole smutting herself for dollars
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.