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.
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.
Never really been burned, I got dumped by a chubby chick back in my AFC days. That was embarrassing. I'm on my 4th year now with a traditional woman, hardly even a whiff of "modern grrrrl" about her, no facebook, no tatts, no drinking, almost no swearing. She knows to watch her bullsh!t TV shows and leftoid pozzed news when I'm not around. It's a healthy relationship with clear roles, much akin to what was probably normal half a century ago. I like it. I also like to take her out and watch other men's envy and jealousy. I waded through a lot of sh!t to find a decent one so I see no real reason to go back to ONS's and such at this point in time.:-) said:Any DJ's out there who haven't been burned by a woman and advocate being in a monogamous relationship?
State your case.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Woah! that was quick. Who pushed for exclusivity on this one? you or her?GettinMyMindRight said:True that x 1,000!!
+1
So much for my relationship bro. We were at a party the other night, she got a little tipsy, and started feeling up some dude's shirt on the dancefloor. Then they kissed...
She's out!
pushing for exclusivity within such a short period always gets alarm bells ringing.GettinMyMindRight said:She did. Hard.
PPRF - you're right. Oddly enough, I don't feel TOO bad about it. I was into her, but I finally realize that all women need to be properly vetted over a period of time.
.....................GettinMyMindRight said:19. 11 years younger than I.
Speak of the devil, I JUST got a text from Rachel. "Hey. Did you still want to do something tomorrow night?"
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.
I have two rules:GettinMyMindRight said:19. 11 years younger than I.
Speak of the devil, I JUST got a text from Rachel. "Hey. Did you still want to do something tomorrow night?"