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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Are you intentionally trying to be an a$$hole to get this thread shut down because you're angry?Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
At least she's being positive about it.I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.
Hey, don't forget about smelly... er... Scented bathroom tissue.DarthJuan said:Us new guys have plenty of positivity.
Like Des, I'll inject some positivity into this thread:
Purring kittens, puppy dogs, walks on the beach, orange sunsets, daffodils, scented candles, exotic bath oils, laughing children, rays of golden sunshine!!!!
Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.Giovanni Casanova said:More positive things: World peace, hot dogs on a barbeque, and koala bears who sh*t rainbows.
That's actually pretty ironic, because whenever I read one of Wyldfire's threads, I always picture a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. I later saw the picture in her profile, but I prefer to continue picturing a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. Less nightmares.DarthJuan said:Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.
http://www.stuffedchickens.com/img/richards_chicken_w.jpg
He's like a metric ton of positivity! A supernova of positivity. Up with people, YAY!
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdQj2ohqCBk&mode=related&search=Giovanni Casanova said:And in order keep with the spirit that this thread was intended in, and to end on a positive note, dogs wearing hats.
Ahh, and once again, all I have to do is look for any thread with more than 2 pages of response to find yet more flamebaiting from WYLD.Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.