Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
You got it. Here the pandemic is over in terms of it's effect on society. There were some really harsh lockdowns and the was a lot of a fear at the beginning but people seem to be over it and socializing as normal again.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
I think if you're actually still inside her whilst you post you should count it as half.Does the ones count that you fked while you were so drunk that you cannot remember it?
lol
To even be able to manage that...
DC area is one of the hardest in my experience.. you would do better in a different place trust me.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Oh yeh I agree. When I lived out of state I received much more success with women ( DC is tough). The Western part of the USA was much better for me. I am currently trying to move out of the upper east coast.
I wonder what your room looks like under a blacklight ...
Lots of prostitutes are racist, and say "no blacks".
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.
Seriously?
Yeah, it's a fact of life with any escortcels. This is what their ads say and it's not just any "Karen-escort", but also includes escorts of other races including black escorts too (although not as frequent). It's like at half of the ads are like that. Filipina escorts is more like 90% making them the most racist of escorts.
A high bodycount by far. How long of a period of time? How many times did you hit each one?
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.
Not sure. Never been with a prostitute and I'm not black; just a toad. We like everyone.
Who said you have to be with a prostitute to know that? If a prostitute ad says 'no blacks', then anyone reading that ad can conclude its a racist ad.
Dude, a person shouldn't be hanging with prostitutes in the first place. No need to pay for sex these days. None.
Provide a quote where I said I was either hanging out with prostitutes or paying for sex.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.