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.
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.
This is true.iqqi said:I realized my post may have been vague.
These guys think that hot cars and hair gel will get you the girl. And not inner confidence and strength.
Hot cars and hair gel WILL get you a certain type of chick. I doubt that is what we should be telling the young bucks to strive for.
Who said the dude doesn't have confidence and strength?iqqi said:I realized my post may have been vague.
These guys think that hot cars and hair gel will get you the girl. And not inner confidence and strength.
Hot cars and hair gel WILL get you a certain type of chick. I doubt that is what we should be telling the young bucks to strive for.
your my heroBible_Belt said:and a R1 sport bike .
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.
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.
Christ almight you're such an IDIOT. I'm not 'hating on him' as you put it, I'm just making an objective observation...the guy IS a poser, IS an idiot, IS skinny and MORE THAN LIKELY doesn't get laid like he claims to.krazyboy99 said:i don't even care about this dude, but i think its hilarious that all these pvssies who cant get any girls are hating on this guy... it just reeks of insecurity
thats just hilariouspunchitchewy said:This is pretty damn funny. This guy was actually voted douche bag of the year for 2007 on the site www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com.
Check it.
http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/2007/12/hcwdb-of-year-joey-porsche-experience.html
This guys is a moron but I'd bet he gets with more and hotter girls that anyone posting on this thread not because I think he's a DJ at all but because that kind of douchy behaviour is all the rage in that area, and he's loaded.
Here's another hilarious pic
http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/2007/06/joeyporsche.html
This guy was also starring in the A&E show "growing up Gotti", about him and his brothers who are the son of the mobster Gotti. This would also explain how he gets so much ass. (Google Carmine Agnello Gotti images.)
punchitchewy said:This is pretty damn funny. This guy was actually voted douche bag of the year for 2007 on the site www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com.
Check it.
http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/2007/12/hcwdb-of-year-joey-porsche-experience.html
This guys is a moron but I'd bet he gets with more and hotter girls that anyone posting on this thread not because I think he's a DJ at all but because that kind of douchy behaviour is all the rage in that area, and he's loaded.
Here's another hilarious pic
http://www.hotchickswithdouchebags.com/2007/06/joeyporsche.html
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.
Point remains that you actually like this guy, which says a lot about you.krazyboy99 said:dude, i don't care. honestly i wasn't even referring to you, i was referring to guys like lostandconfused and handyandy.
I hope you know that this video is a spoof, its making fun of guidos.specialed said:rofl.....this kid is a DJ? hardly.
but what's even more funny thing this kid...is watching this and then pointing and laughing at him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JMOh-cul6M
You're absolutely friggin right. Thanks for the excellent post.Bible Belt said:I have a "hot car" and a R1 sport bike (and some hair gel). These things can get you initial interest from women, but after that it comes down to your game. I meet a lot of guys who have hotter cars and bikes than mine, as well as some professional fighters now that I have taken up mma, and excelling at any of these hobbies does not by itself create success with women. You got to have game, and you can work on developing that game before you get the hot car. You don't need the hot car to get women, and not having that car is no excuse for not having women.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.