"I just moved here from Florida."

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.

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Here's mine.

Long but worth the read.

My ****ing job is unbelievable, and I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First there is the supermodel wanna be chick. I'll give her credit, though. She is pretty ****ing hot. Only thing is that she's constantly fixing her hair or putting on make-up. She is extremely self-centered and never considers the needs/wants/desires of anyone but herself. She is a dumb as a box of rocks and I'm surprised she has enough brain power to continue to breathe. She must suck a mean ****, because the boss keeps her around.

The next chick is exactly the opposite. She is probably one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, yet she's here with us. She is a -10 on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her cooter. I do think she is a lesbian. Every time we drive by a Home Depot she moans like she's creaming her pants.

Finally and the jewel of the crowd is a ****ing stoner. I'm not talking about an occasional toker. This guy is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm pretty sure after work too. I doubt hes been sober in the last 10 years. He's only 22. He dresses like a ****ing beatnik throwback from the 60's. To make things worse he brings his big-ass dog to work. This thing usually walks around about 1/2 stoned from the second hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I think its trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Both of them are usually hungry and requre multiple stops at McDonald's and Burger King.

Anyways, I drive these ****tards around in my van and we solve mysteries and ****.
 

"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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Who are you Fred? You just desribed the cast of Scooby Doo.
 

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Fred was in the closet. How many men wear a scarf around their neck? It's ok: no one is going to judge you...
 

"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"

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.

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Da Realist said:
Fred was in the closet. How many men wear a scarf around their neck? It's ok: no one is going to judge you...
Those ascots or whatever they are called were in style when the cartoon was made in the late 60's-early 70's. I don't think Fred was in the closet at all since he was always disappearing with Daphne.
 

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ketostix said:
Those ascots or whatever they are called were in style when the cartoon was made in the late 60's-early 70's. I don't think Fred was in the closet at all since he was always disappearing with Daphne.
Until I see when Fred and Daphne got it on, he's suspect. Other than that, Daphne was his beard and Thelma solved everything because she couldn't get any.
 

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LOL @ this site slowly turning into 4chan.

cool story bro
 
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