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.
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.
Getting some what in your face?Got a voice msg from her overnight. She wants to date during the next week.
Should go to the dojo for two hours more a week. Getting some in your face does wonders in easing ones mind...
Just some hits.Getting some what in your face?
So taking some blows to the face make you focus?Just some hits.
Damn, I have to think before texting here, too?
Getting hit and put under pressure forces you to focus.So taking some blows to the face make you focus?
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.
It's unusual to see OLD practitioners who are arrogant in their superficially created persona act like he is impotent.So Im trying OLD since six weeks. First time in my life and it‘s working pretty good for me so far.
One of the girls got me stuck in a situation, i don‘t feel comfortable with.
Had a match last week, funny conversation, had her number about twenty messages back and forth. Continued the conversation on whatsapp with the same vibe. She compliments my humor and my attitude. Asked her out after four days of texting a little bit. She replied immediately and agreed with something like „I really would like to“. Set up a date for friday and she cancelled it today - two days before, no big deal for me.
But now I‘m here...
I have to translate in english, they way she communicates is way more friendly than it sounds.
She: Hey, i forgot I‘m on a festival on friday. Sorry, I won‘t make it.
Me: Hey, happens. Let me know when you have some time.
Same Day I posted a status with a concert ticket. So ten minutes later...
She: Wow you got a ticket... Im SOOO jealous now *tons of emotes
Me: No... I got two
She: Nooo way. I didn‘t get any
Dumb me: Well, perhaps I think about you when my buddy flakes on me
Guess what? She‘s hooked. But now I can‘t figure out anymore if there‘s any genuine interest for me... I should have waited for her to reach out again with a plan for a date!?
I really would like to meet her, but I don‘t want to waste that ticket and my time on a girl that flaked because her interest faded. Or I’m overthinking.
I feel like I give up my value, if I take her to that concert.
Any thoughts?
You shouldn't be concerned about anything. She had a chance and she lost it. She will have another chance when you reach out for another date (next week or later).It's the first. I'm more concerned about the fact, that she knows I got tickets for a show she wants to go, than the flake.
Totally not. No chance I'm getting involved with someone who's partying four days straight with tons of alc and amphetamine. I just got rid of a crazy one and have no intentions right now to open the door for the next disaster.Doesn't matter if her flake was a sh1t test.
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.