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.
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.
Have you EVER lost an argument?KontrollerX said:"At least I don't worship one of those know-it-all radio talking head wise guys, who also has extra 100lb of fat on him , half of which is distributed to his face."
No instead you worship a guy with 80lb of fat on him who stole all his material from Tariq Nasheed.
At least Leykis is a self made man.
"I UNDERSTAND Supreme, and can relate to him in many ways. When I started listening to his shows, it's as if I was listening to my own inner being."
Which is why we listen to any kind of talk show or follow any kind of writer.
Yeah though Surpreme is a rip off of Tariq and probably ripped off of Tom as well to be honest since Tom has been doing his show practically since before most of us were born or at least since we were small children.
I don't know about you but I can't bring myself to player
hate on any guy that consistently pulls hot b!tches and
especially not a fat guy that pulls hot b!tches because its gotta be harder for them and whats amazing about Tom is he was pulling quality tail even before he got famous.
"SO, perhaps my opinion will change cuz im planning to check out what else he has to say. Maybe I'm wrong and the man is saying some good sh!t, I'll listen to some Tom's shows.. Kontroller, do I click on that link on your sig or what?"
Yep, just click away and subscribe.
Tom won't make you pay to hear his advice or use his website like Player Supreme does and if you hear anything thats familiar that you've heard from PS while listening to Tom's show remember it was Tom who got ripped off and not the other way around.
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.
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.