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.
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.
So, you live your life by a formula?LOLseagull said:Just use the age old formula.
Take your age, divide it by two.
Then add seven to that figure.
That is the youngest age you can go.
25/2 = 12.5
12.5 + 7 = 19.5
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.
That's just goofy.seagull said:Just use the age old formula.
Take your age, divide it by two.
Then add seven to that figure.
That is the youngest age you can go.
25/2 = 12.5
12.5 + 7 = 19.5
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.
DJnoob said:Im 25 and lets say the HB i want to be friends and or date is 18..
What you guys think? Does this normally work out for you guys?
tmpgstx said:Don't blow it dude, i had my chance at 25 of an 18 year that liked me alot. She's a doctor now and i thought she was hot but too young for me. Go figure, was too dam mature for my own good. Now that i'm a bit older, realize how dumb that was. I'm shooting from the hip for girls in their early 20s now. It's just their so dam immature some of them ..lol.
~~~ chuckling ~~~How the h3ll can you gauge a 18 year old girl's maturity; by her cup size?