dyce
Don Juan
i come from melbourne australiaOriginally posted by Centaurion
aah yes, the product of the American education system.
Beautiful.
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.
i come from melbourne australiaOriginally posted by Centaurion
aah yes, the product of the American education system.
Beautiful.
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.
Shhh!Originally posted by dyce
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OKAY VINCENT BUDDY OL PAL, How r u doing there, I was just makin words shorter but wateverOriginally posted by Vincent
Yes, lets all post in a forum where everyone types like they're in goddamn 5th grade. This will become a great place if we let that happen.
Or we could, you know, show we're not complete retards and take the extra minute to make a good post.
Posting is a priveledge, not a right.
sif facts ever get in the way of people saying ignorant garbageOriginally posted by dyce
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No, you sound like an idiot who is too impatient to take the extra 5 seconds between making a good post and a sh*t post.Originally posted by dadmonson
OKAY VINCENT BUDDY OL PAL, How r u doing there, I was just makin words shorter but watever![]()
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.
Originally posted by dadmonson
Dat da next day ur still thinkin about it?? i mean u at school or work and u jus all out relivin every moment of every time he/she touched u and u jus kinda quiver thinkin bout it . Like u literally can not concentrate for **** at work or school or whereva u are cuz da thoughts keep poppin up in ur head and make u **** up simple tasks (ie pouring coffee... ). Have yall eva got some like dat before? Please share ur experiences