ChicksDigTheLongBall
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I'm in. Looking forward to starting.
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.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
_sideways_ said:Ummm...ok...ill start.
I spoke with 3 hbs today cuz they were skinny cute asians, not my general hb girls. One was on the train. Two were getting some food in line. All smiled and gave eye contact.
I was out in gym clothes... Nothibg major.
So i can still go out friday night and pull club chicks?
moarrplizz said:Yo0! I got started yesterday :woo: Was walking to get some pages of my textbook photocopied ( xeroxed). Noticed a HB7 getting the copies from the same book so I just went up to her and said something to the effect of " hi , what pages ? " and we got to talking and turns out she's a junior in my college. Met her a couple times later on campus. Nice girl.
Hmm a doubt at this point - I'm a med student and I see a lotta patients and their relatives on a daily basis. They are all strangers technically![]()
Do I count em?
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.
Honestly, I cannot recall the last time I talked to a stranger. Feels like forever but probably isn't.Gray The Prince said:Approach seven people regardless of gender and strike up a conversation or at the very least say hello/good morning/evening/afternoon/your shoes are untied/I don't give a damn what you say/whatever. However at least three of them must be HBs. This can be randoms, a girl in class, anywhere. You do not have to get a number this week. What I'm looking for here is small talk and eye contact.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.