Hamurabimbi
Master Don Juan
Wish us luck!
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.
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.
Soma.Hah good luck man, Marina? Geary? SOMA?
Par for the coursePlace is prerry dead (early) But of course. Gay guy hits on me.
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.
Cute girl dancing solo. Try to get my bud to damce with her. But he wont. Grrrrrr!!!
He doesn’t drino. She’s wiggling & shaking her A$$ in my face & smiling at me. But my MF friend is ignoring it.Say "Look guy! I'm buying you a shot, you're gonna pound that biitch, and go over there and dance with her!"
Just like how females use alcohol as an excuse to fulfill their "slutty" desires, get him to use alcohol to fuel his bad game. Something to blame it on, to ease his ego.
He doesn’t drino. She’s wiggling & shaking her A$$ in my face & smiling at me. But my MF friend is ignoring it.
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.
If I wrew single. I’d destroy her. Getting tempted as she kreps wiggling & smiling at me. Tried tobget my bud un here. But her refused.
SF tech dude.Lemme guess software engineer…
Ding ding dingSF tech dude.
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.
What gave it away? LmaoLemme guess software engineer…
Gotta be able to dance with her for sure…Say "Look guy! I'm buying you a shot, you're gonna pound that biitch, and go over there and dance with her!"
Just like how females use alcohol as an excuse to fulfill their "slutty" desires, get him to use alcohol to fuel his bad game. Something to blame it on, to ease his ego.
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.