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.
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.
WhitePimp said:I do this kind of approach as well and also have very similar close ratios. I'm at the point where I just don't care about making any more effort than this with approaching. This approach is so much fun for me (getting rejected is actually more fun than getting a number for some reason...is that sick or what?). I dont really have any time for girls anyway so this approach keeps me in there without feeling bad for building rapport only to ditch the girl. I've had a bit more success with getting the date though...my basic routine is pretty much flat out honesty (once again, I really dont care if I go out with her or not so I never feel aggravation is I dont get her number)
"Hi I'm Andrew, and you are...? I saw you from there and thought you were cute and I want to go out with you. Let me get your number. "
That's pretty much all I do (I eye fvck the hell out of them during this) and it works. Even when they pull out the boyfriend line it's still buttloads of fun because it never gets old, I can throw in some pretty edgy experimental ****, and it's so direct. I either win or lose and if I do lose, there's a girl right behind that one I can try it on. Most girls know exactly who I am when I call...the dude who came from nowhere with enormous balls.
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.
ryannath said:Whitepimp, I like your direct style. I may try it sometime. I tried something similar to this at a basketball game once, where a girl came and sat down next to me and kept getting closer, so basicly I just turned to her and said, "Hey, what's your name?"...."Alyssa"(plays with hair and smiles)...."I'm Ryan...want me to give you a call sometime?"...(nervous girl that can barely speak) "yeah"....."ok, what is your number?"..."555-5555". so, I got the number, and I know it was her real number because I got her voicemail twice on two different days...I called her and she never picked up...later i found out she was only 14 and had a bf!!!! She was the one that came and started getting closer to me on the bleachers during the game! She looked much older. They can trick us!
Uh, you can't compare his f-close % to your #-close %...Krassus said:1. My close ratio is PHENOMENAL. Even Mystery has a 30% success ratio, and that's on 7+ after 15-30 minutes. I do 30-40% on 8.5+ after only 1/2 minute, and that's with direct! Must be doing something right, yes? It gets better...
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.