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.
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.
X2Originally posted by Brak86
this is a great post. Its kind of funny, whjenever i realize that ive found a girl that isnt attracted to me, i start hating her and i usually make her upset cause i say something bad to her. I dont know why but it seems kind of relevant to this post/.
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.
Thank you for this post, it was f*cking exactly what I needed to hear today.Originally posted by Mercury21
One of the biggest mistkes that aspiring djs commit, is that they think to be a true DJ, they must spark up the interest of every girl they come in contact with. Weather they actually have some interest in that girl or not, weather she is pretty or ugly...doesn't matter, they want her to like him atleast in some way. So he will try out his developing Dj techniques on her, and if she doesn't respond, he feels like a loser!
No! What you must understand first and foremost is this: Your goal is not to make the world fall in love with you. This will never happen anyway, not if you were the master of all the master Djs, all of us here rolled into one.
There is a difference between conceit and confidence. The latter is desirable the former is an imperfection. Personally, I don't care what you do, and I know that I am extremely conceited and lack humility in many aspects of my life. I have no right to judge you.Originally posted by Oxide
Well.. i am a conceited son of a b1tch.
I got decent looks, and an ego that demands every girl to want me. Even if i have no plans on hooking up with her, i want her to desire me.
And most of the time in my mind i believe they do. I am probably crazy and very narcisstic, but this is usually the case.
Here is something from my own notes. I wrote this after my best friend yet again stated that "Oxide thinks every girl likes him"
I can not possibly understand why so often I am viewed as the one who is not comprehending the whole sexuality thing. I am openly accused of misjudging situations even by the best of friends. It is truly shocking to me since in my mind I am positively correct, but over and over again I am subjected to heavy criticism of trying to boost my ego by thinking a woman likes me. I am not saying that I am some kind of Don Juan, but when a girl asks to see my junk as a dare, or if she says “I would so get naked right now if we went in a hot tub” to me that screams “I AM INTERESTED”. I am simply exhausted of bearing the constant criticism placed on me by my best friend. Am I the deluded one because I think the signs are there? If a woman flirts with me, is it not a sign that she is interested? Why the **** am I still being questioned, mocked, joked about when it comes to this. Would it be better if I in my heart believed that NO woman finds me attractive? How in the world would that make my life better? So here is my answer to all the accusations tossed my way – “**** OFF”. Yeah, you heard me. If I think a girl is giving me signs, then she is. If she flat out rejects me then I guess I wrong, but until then, be quiet.
I do not need this pathetic pessimism in my life. If I want to live in the clouds, let me do so. – Dec 10
Agree or disagree?
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.
Wrong mentalityOriginally posted by Bhekizwe
True.Not every girl has to like a dj
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.
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.