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.
This. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??I must concede, she has a point: I'm not secure in the notion of a broad who's in her 5th decade of life(or older), and who's got multiple divorces to her name, being nearly as enjoyable as a bubbly 20 year old likely is. I'm not secure in my conviction that the former WON'T turn out to be an embittered crone, who's idea of fun = Kvetching to everyone in ear shot over how mean the world has been to her
Other way around: I'm saying that very few are going to find a 50something baby mama, who's been piped out a few million times, remotely desirable. Indirectly, you make a point though: At a certain, pursuing 19-20 year olds does get creepyThis. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??
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.
If by want, you mean sleep with, 100% of men.This. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??
The typical 50 year old man has a blue pill ideology towards intersexual dynamics and interactions.a 50 year old man wanting to marry a haggard, bitter, post menupausal 50 year old with a divorced pvssy that's been stretched out by 40 men and 2 kids.
Women who hold this view should be asked about their own sexual history. What you’ll find amongst some of them is that they had “age gap relationships” of their own (eg, sucking and f-cking older men at ages we don’t want to know about—statutory grape). So some of this is projection.
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.
I wood (pun intended).This. Let's be real, what male in his 50s would want a 20 year old woman??