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.
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.
So true. I've had extraordinarily great luck on Valentine's Day also. No women wants to look single.Bible_Belt said:Being alone on the holidays makes single women feel extra lonely, which makes them extra easy. Especially in regard to getting them to skip the dating bs and go straight to sex.
origin138 said:So true. I've had extraordinarily great luck on Valentine's Day also. No women wants to look single.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Solid plan. Traveling women are usually a very good bet.carrot said:Think I will travel to big city and connect with those travelling ...
It does suck at times but you kind of accept it in a way. Spend it with family if you can. When that's not an option then friends.....even though 90% of mine that live closed are coupled up, at this age, I'm usually the lone bachelor wherever I go.Mike32ct said:Bro and his wife are visiting too this Xmas.
It's my birthdays where I've gone out alone for the past 7 years or so. That's what really sucks.
Agreed. Thanks.Peaks&Valleys said:It does suck at times but you kind of accept it in a way. Spend it with family if you can. When that's not an option then friends.....even though 90% of mine that live closed are coupled up, at this age, I'm usually the lone bachelor wherever I go.
It does sometimes have it's advantage though, one of these couples will have a chick friend that's recently single and visiting, that kind of thing. But, in general, it's not something to rely on. Just push through. It is what it is.
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.
Lexington said:You're looking at it all wrong IMHO. If you were in a relationship right now, you'd have a whole set of new problems. You have more presents to buy (more $), more demands on your time and you might just have to navigate some awkward family dynamics.
I'm sure there are plenty of coupled-off men who long for the days they were single.
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.