Francisco d'Anconia
Master Don Juan
HA-HA!!! Sounds like a challenge!!!! :crackup:MacAvoy said:Sounds like fun however I have a funny feeling that this will be a lot easier than playing Where's Waldo.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
HA-HA!!! Sounds like a challenge!!!! :crackup:MacAvoy said:Sounds like fun however I have a funny feeling that this will be a lot easier than playing Where's Waldo.
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 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.
Damn....you were still have a crush on this woman?My Name is Nobody said:I'm back. And I'm over it. She did me a favor. Time for newer and better things. Out with the old and in with the new.
And the new is hot as hell.
Latinoman said:Damn....you were still have a crush on this woman?
Latinoman said:Damn....you were still have a crush on this woman?
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Beta?oldschooler said:No contact doesn't work by dropping off the raidar.
It works by you putting your self out there as much as possible so your not with her BUT she still hears about you.
im currently writing about this in my revised how to be mysterious thread that will be re-posted in beta =].
You've tossed her number, you don't even see her at work, and you're finally almost over her. Why in hell would you want to get back on good terms with her? Do you realize what could happen if you did? Don't tell me that you need some type of 12-step program to deal with this!My Name is Somebody said:...My last question is there ANY way for me and this woman to be on decent terms again? I just want to be on decent terms. That's it...
Any ideas?
Francisco d'Anconia said:You've tossed her number, you don't even see her at work, and you're finally almost over her. Why in hell would you want to get back on good terms with her? Do you realize what could happen if you did? Don't tell me that you need some type of 12-step program to deal with this!
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.
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.