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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
Actually I get comments from a lot of people that I'm helping them, so before you accuse me of something, do us all a favor and take out that stick that is so far up your ass.Deus ex Pianoforte said:No you didn't, dude. I don't even know if you qualify as a troll, though...I mean, you got the post-per-day percentage and lack of usefulness on your side, but you're too obvious to really be considered undercover.
that was messed up man.reallyfreakinlost said:Actually I get comments from a lot of people that I'm helping them, so before you accuse me of something, do us all a favor and take out that stick that is so far up your ass.
Oh and by the way, that did happen, and I don't even know why I would make that up, I just yelled something, I didn't DO ANYTHING WITH THE GIRL. YOU FVCKING MORON, if I was bragging, I would say something like "I slept with Deus ex pianoforte's mom last night", but then again, I don't want to catch 193 diseases
Well sir, tell me, how is it messed up. Next time somebody accuses you of bragging, I'll be sure to tell you you're messed up.ValleyDJing said:that was messed up man.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
I have no problem with you defending yourself. but come on now...that was brutal. :crackup:reallyfreakinlost said:Well sir, tell me, how is it messed up. Next time somebody accuses you of bragging, I'll be sure to tell you you're messed up.
It's got you thinking about it hasn't it? Game, set and match to the girl.ziminxe79 said:I dont get it some girls wear thongs and then when they get something from the floor they put there hand back there!
udontknowme said:we wear thongs because they are more comfortable under pants. they dont get all bunched up and they don't leave lines. When we bend down, (since most of us wear the low rise pants because they are more comfortable and look better), the top of our underwear (thong) shows, so we cover it.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
I figured it would be for the same reason they cover the top of their shirt when they bend over to pick up something.ziminxe79 said:I dont get it some girls wear thongs and then when they get something from the floor they put there hand back there!
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.