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.
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.
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.
Women want kids and kids cost money. The average date in the world costs $150 or so.
Romantic liaisons are not business transactions.
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.
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.
On my last date I spent about $100,000 on the girl cause I bought her a MaseratiSo you saw what cheap dates cost.
Now, here was what the best date of my life cost:
1) Bought her $300 worth of Victorian era clothing for lingerie photo shoot.
2) Spent $1200 on pocket watch with gold chain (which I kept).
3) Bought a $35 string tie.
4) Rented the best Bed and Breakfast in the Nation ($400).
5) We dressed up in 1890's clothing and I took her out for wine, dinner, pizza and coffee ($300) in a small town in Georgia where we could walk everywhere.
6) Small belated Valentine's gifts $40.
$1040 (I kept the pocket watch and string tie but $2275 invested)
Several women we met that night said I looked like Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind (1939) and she looked like Grace Kelly in High Noon (1951). She said Clark Gable was the handsomest man she ever saw, and I told her Grace Kelly was the most beautiful woman I ever saw, and we proved it. Never in my life did I have sex with a woman 3 straight times with only a few minutes in between. I had planned that date for 3 months and it was worth it.
Wow, you equate spending $1000 with buying her a Maserati? That's like calling $1 a $100 bill.On my last date I spent about $100,000 on the girl cause I bought her a Maserati