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My mother is a nutcase (literally), was extremely hard being raised by someone so volatile with no father and no siblings to take some of the mental strain off me. Rarely talk now, only out of necessity.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
Nah you gotta have kids, three. One for you, one for your wife and one for your country. Cant let the stupid breed the smart out.dietzcoi said:OK, I hope these responses convince a lot of you NOT to have children or at least not to have children with the WRONG person.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
The pattern is that most guys on here have AFC parents who raised, or attempted to raise AFC children. The vast majority of guys here aren't/weren't natural-born DJs who were raised in a household with a healthy dose of masculinity. If they were, they wouldn't be here.Zwitterion said:I'm starting to see a pattern here,
alot of the people here who preach the whole 'women are weak, men are dominant' or 'women are sluts, treat them as such' philosophies seem to have terrible relationships with their mothers.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
You mean "crappy dads". Yes, I think it's the same.....Don't know if you ever saw that thread about Jenna Jameson (with the vids - search if you didn't). That just proves it.diplomatic_lies said:Isn't that the same deal with women who get raised by crappy parents? And they become slvts or hookers?