"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"

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.

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Field Report: Saturday Night - HB Sales Rep

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I went out to this bar.

I got a seat at the bar. This dude sitting next to me starts chatting me up. He's part of some group of decent looking girls. He wanted me to be his wing. (Maybe he was just friends with the girls?) He also tells me that I'm a "good looking mofo.". (I actually get complimented by straight guys here and there, but rarely from females.)

Anyway, I told him I work alone. (I don't do instant wings anymore since you usually end up with some weirdo or someone with a totally different style of game, if he has any at all.)

So I see this HB8 and HB7.5. The HB8 was way too tall to attempt. Gaming really tall girls is not my strong point lol. The HB7.5 was like 5'5" as opposed to her 6'2" girlfriend.

So I walk by and say "How are you doing?" to the shorter gal. She smiles. I eject and keep
walking. About ten minutes later, I re-approach.

Mike: <Funny opener. Sorry, can't give it away.>

Both HBs: hahaha.

HBShort: We're just having fun.

Mike: Girls night out?

HBTall: yep definitely

Mike: I'm usually pretty good at guessing what people do for a living. Are you a hairdresser?

HBShort: No, way off.

HBShort: hint- Ive been at it for 13 years and I love what I do.

Mike: Teacher?

HBShort: Nope.

Mike: F-----u----c---k lol

Both HBs: hahaaaa

HBShort: I'm a sales rep for a pharmaceutical (sp?) company. What do you want to drink?

Anyway she buys me a drink and invites me to stay with them. We drank, danced and talked for a while. She came with her gf and was leaving with her
gf so I just number closed her.

Mike: <Brushed hair aside>. It was lovely meeting you. Maybe I'll give you a call.

HBShort: <smiles and kiss>. Okay
 

"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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