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.
Don't patronise me, i'm not your son. I don't know you, and you're just trying to make a name for yourself by getting involved. I couldn't care less about your opinions. And i do tell people to stop smoking, if they're in my face.
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'll be missed.
buh byee now....
Now that he's gone... wanna make out?
afraid of P. A. ??
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.
Nah... but you know, it really upset little jonny. Now that he's gone though...
I'm not afraid of Virginia... but Virginia can lick my nuts.
i was talking about public affection.. aka "p.a."Originally posted by Eternal
Nah, he's afraid of Virginia...
Oh wait, were you talking about the state?
no! thats my job..
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.
I have no problem with you, just your state's traffic laws.Originally posted by GlutusMaximus86
Gio, whenever someone insults the state I live I never know how to react. On the one hand I hate the politics and the heavy religion of VA, but on the other hand I love the ruralness (I could have sex in my front yard and no one would see me, assuming my parents are gone of course) the weather, and the great colleges. So my response to that insult to my commonwealth is... have fun with Penkitten.
::wishes he could've thought of a funnier reply::
Yeah I know it was a joke.
Well, you know, we do other stuff too...Originally posted by Jimbo2k
You guys enjoy this internet-flirting?
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.
i am not knocked up , thank you very much.Originally posted by Don Ronny
All right Gio! You scored yourself another knocked-up wh0re...congrats!
haha eternal didnt want us to derail any more threads, so he made one just for us.
Heh, yeah. We want Demon back!
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.