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.
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.
What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...ValleyDJing said:see sig.
Jaxon said:What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...
And to answer your question yes I have, but only because I'm a tits man and every now and then I need to wash my face with some DD's!
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.
ValleyDJing said:Freddie Prinze?![]()
But +1 on your rep for being a breast man!
Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!Jaxon said::rockon:
ValleyDJing said:Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!
Kev07 said:Bro, according to offtopic.com, titties are getting bigger with every generation :rockon:
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.
Oh damn, you suck. I just spewed coffee on my LCD. :crackup:ValleyDJing said:Fat girls are like mopeds and scooters. They're fun until your friend catches you on one.
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.
Impossible to find a link there, **** falls off the first page within minutes if it's not getting responses, and that thread I saw was a while back.ValleyDJing said:If thats true, you made my night man...despite the fact that Tom has decided to be a doushe bag and not let me log in to my myspace. Maintence is being performed...guess what doushbag? IT WAS WORKING JUST FINE DUMBASS!
btw...you should provide a link if possible.
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.