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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
I get plenty of protein each day, although there are some days where I seriously lose my appetite and feel like puking anythink I eat. I'll pm you my diet if you're interested.EvilAgenda said:Congrats, Atom.
Konada, do you supplement creatine and eat/drink plenty of protein?
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.
Luck my ass. You worked for it. Congratulations!Credos said:I aced that exam on hydrodynamics today! Think this might be the best exam I ever had!(I was lucky)
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.
That's good Konada. What about Creatine? It helps you gain muscle weight much quicker, you can buy it at Walmart and Walgreens, usually in the pharmacy section.Konada said:I get plenty of protein each day, although there are some days where I seriously lose my appetite and feel like puking anythink I eat. I'll pm you my diet if you're interested.
Omg, 1200 pushups.Perry said:Do 1,200 pushups
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.
They don't have Walmart/Walgreens where I'm living. Though I have not taken creatine yet, currently on GNC mass gainer shake post WO and before bed. Will check out the creatine.EvilAgenda said:That's good Konada. What about Creatine? It helps you gain muscle weight much quicker, you can buy it at Walmart and Walgreens.
Lol have you evacuated? I heard it's gonns hit the hardest around evening...Atom Smasher said:Great work, guys. Keep it up. Those little steps acrrue in to huge changes.
My update:
Work out 3X - Check
Lose 2 lbs. - Check
Organize Kindle - Check
I'll set my next week's goals if I survive the hurricane.
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.