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 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.
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.
So he was cheating on your mum behind her back?My father is a total Alpha, he never stopped spinning his plates until late in the days. I never admired for that, although I respected him for being able to keep my Mom out of the loop as I grew up in a very stable home.
He never took the time to teach me the craft, so I ended up as a total beta myself.
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.
Enlight me.So he was cheating on your mum behind her back?
Rethink how you define "alpha"
There's nothing "alpha" about cheating on your wifeEnlight me.
Oks thanks for the heads upThere's nothing "alpha" about cheating on your wife
That's sneaky, devious behaviour
If a true "alpha" was not satisfied with his relationship he would have the courage to end it, and go look for what he actually wants.
Your "alpha" dad was too much of a coward to tell the truth
so again, check your definition of "alpha"
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.
That's not what alpha means at all.My father is a total Alpha, he never stopped spinning his plates until late in the days. I never admired for that, although I respected him for being able to keep my Mom out of the loop as I grew up in a very stable home.
He never took the time to teach me the craft, so I ended up as a total beta myself.
There is no definitive 'alpha.' That being said, player probably would have been a better word for him to avoid you moral high ground warriors.That's not what alpha means at all.
So Mike32ct...Great question.
No, there is nothing I could have done.
1. I didn't choose to have very strict parents that didn't believe in me socializing. So the sheltered life with zero friends, dates, and extra-curricular activities was a given.
2. The other thing I couldn't control was the knowledge piece. Honestly, I didn't figure out the importance of looks until maybe my 30s. (Then I had a few great years until hair loss finished that.) But generally, nobody told me ANYTHING about women. All of my posts are based on what I experienced and/or observed.
For years, I literally had NO idea why some guys in high school, college and beyond had loads of gfs and I had none. I knew some of those guys worked out or were on sports teams, but that still didn't "click" for me.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.