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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Dude are you genuine here or is this your sly way of telling Eli to fvck off with the reddit tier posts? Either way thx for the chuckle.There are some good threads at the incels.is forum about proms.
It's OVER for HighSchoolDanceGhostedCels.I never went to a single dance in high school. We had 2 dances each year in addition to prom for juniors & seniors. So 10 dances in total from freshman to senior year.
I had started dating a girl in sophomore year but she broke up with me and went to the dance with some other guy. There was never a moment where I really desired to go anyway and there wasn't any girl I even wanted to ask.
Those don't sound like good friends. The after prom events matter more than prom itself.Went to senior prom back in the day.
My friends told me about the after parties two weeks later.
Take a look at yourself now. You've seduced many women despite a slower start in high school. That's a cause for celebration.I never went to a single dance in high school. We had 2 dances each year in addition to prom for juniors & seniors. So 10 dances in total from freshman to senior year.
I had started dating a girl in sophomore year but she broke up with me and went to the dance with some other guy. There was never a moment where I really desired to go anyway and there wasn't any girl I even wanted to ask.
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.