"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
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- Thread starter Prodoge
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
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.
wifehunter
Master Don Juan
Walking around the lake and feeding the ducks is also fantastic. Don't feed them bread it's like feeding the poor bastards Maccas. Cook brown rice with plenty of oil and peas and corn they love that. You can work in how you love to cook and your favourite recipe related travel story and ask her what she likes to cook where she's been and blah blah blah. Of course I also turn up on my motorbike and give them a ride so bonus points if you can work in a tough and tender routine.
"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.
With these routines I've had numerous girls that I've bedded say in a confused manner that they just felt so comfortable with me. Like I had flown under the radar and not activated their ASD.
Of course then I have to decide whether to toss them back or not which is the part of being a DJ that I don't like. Even though I know they would be twice as ruthless I don't have that titanium skin and emotion control chip like say g1000 or is that T1000 ;-) But hey it's a high quality problem to have.