I-tallionStallion
Master Don Juan
hhhaha...y'know whats funny----
---I'm glad you guys don't like C+F
More girls for me! hahahhaa
---I'm glad you guys don't like C+F
More girls for me! hahahhaa
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.
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.
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.
haha nuke it for meCanadian Catnip said:I used to go into a coffee shop about a year ago and there was this girl that worked there that I always teased.
I went in there one day and saw her putting cookies on a plate with her hands.
Me. Hey! did you wash your hands?
Her. Yes my hands are clean.
Me. I want a coffee and a piece of cake there, Did you touch the cake?
Her. I've touched all the food here. She smiles.
She takes cake out and puts it on a plate for me.
Her. Would you like me to heat it up for you?
Me. Yes, nuke it for me, maybe it'll kill your cooties you put on it. I smile.
Believe me, it went over very well.
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.
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.
haha, who knowsstand said:This is my first post on this site - I was doing a little searching and ran into this thread.
I have a question - I have always been ****y/funny. It's always been natural to me. I think it is because I played sports all my life and was really competitive & have a good personality. Anyone else like this?
Anyways - I had an interesting interaction with a very good looking older chick today at work & I thought I would share it since I came across this thread. (This is a really good thread - it needed a bump.)
I work at a very popular clothing store in the mall and this very good looking older chick came in (I'd say 25+ years old) - Let's call her HB9.
I was working the cash register and she came up with no one else in line it was pretty dead at this moment. She also undoubtedly had a boob job.
ME: How's it going?
HB9: blah blah blah.. you?
ME: Good.
ME: Is that all for you today?
HB9: *silence while staring at my eyes*
ME: *smile & grin* Are you hitting on me?
HB9: What!! No! I'm sorry! I was just looking at your eyes - you have amazing eyes! wow!
ME: Don't be embarrassed. You're not the first very good looking woman to hit on me today.
HB9: *Laughing* OMG! How old are you! And are those your real eyes? Not colored contacts or anything?
ME: I'm 18 - legal in all 50. Of course they're real. I'm not fake. (While staring at her fake boobs, LOL!)
HB9: *Laughing*
ME: So, are you going to pay for this - or are you going to continue hitting on me? Are you trying to get me in trouble with my boss over there?
HB9: *Laughing* Here you go.. (Hands me credit card)
HB9: For the record I was not hitting on you!
ME: Whatever you say.. *smiling*
*As she's about to walk out and leave*
ME: Did you want to take a picture of me and my eyes before you left?
HB9: *laughing* Maybe next time..
I had no real interest in this girl, because of the age difference, but I enjoyed messing with her during a boring day of work. She will definitely be back. I was going to ask her if she had a sister just to throw in another ****y comment, but she started talking about something.
Thoughts?
That wasn't really the point of my post. I was just showing off some examples of ****y/Funny.Stud No1 said:haha, who knows
thing is, it could have been completely innocent. why couldnt she like you eyes without having to **** you? its only a big deal if she has corresponding bodylanguage etc.
by the story id say she genuinely just liked your eyes but who knows i wasnt there
I read this one somewhere...Eugene123 said:try sayin these.
1.im bored too. hey u know what you should do? Entertain me.
2. say this sometimes also. OMG GUESS WHAT.. then they reply liek what. and then you say nevermind and never tell um.
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.