ThunderMaverick
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Mar 19, 2004
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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.
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.
I don't know exactly the exact moment, but it was in the shower. I touched my d!ck with my hand and it felt really good.joekerr31 said:for me it was when i was 10.
my parents took me to the zoo and we were in the monkey area. i dont know where my parents had gone, but i found myself alone watching the monkies.
this one monkey came closer to the bars, probably about 10 feet from me.
anyway, it was a smart monkey and when i stuck my tongue out at it, he stuck his tongue back out at me. we started to mimic each others behavior, like a game.
anyway, after a few minutes he suddenly started jerkin his gerkin. being only 10 i though this was part of the game. so i took off my pants and started doing the same thing.
he was shrieking like a wild monkey and jerkin really hard. so i tried the best i could with my 10 year old vocal cords to shriek like the monkey.
anyway, people started to gather around and im sure they were saying things but i wasn't paying attention.
the monkey blew his load and so did i. when i turned around some of the women were crying and some of hte guys were laughing.
then i saw my mom come running through the crowd. she was soooo angry and told me to 'PUT YOUR PANTS BACK ON!!!!"
all i said was 'mommy, the monkey made my weiner spit.'
i miss the zoo.
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.
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?Nighthawk said:My grampa taught me.
My grampa used to say to me.."pull my finger", and then he'd fart.joekerr31 said:whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
dude, your grandpa ain't suppose to teach you how to masturbate?
did he make you sit on your hand for a half hour until it went numb and then beat off with it?
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.
rjones said:
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.