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.
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.
Well you read it wrong, because it's not my penis that's the problem, it's my mind.Accension said:From now on, I'm not -- ever, so, never, watering my replies down.
OP, you're a fuc>ing retard.
"HOW AI STP MAII KOK DOIN WUT IT DOES?!"
That's how your, stupid-as> thread reads.
If this post upsets anyone, you're too soft for PU.
Semantics.Demystify said:Well you read it wrong, because it's not my penis that's the problem, it's my mind.
Hmm... are you sure that this are symptoms of hornyness? Have you been to any doctor lately?Demystify said:I don't think being horny is a good thing if I'm staying up to all hours of the night with insomnia while screaming and throwing stuff around my room.
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.
kingsam said:a wank a day keeps the horny away...
(well clams you down enougth!)
Dude, why would you want to be less horny? Its guys that are never hornyDemystify said:Time for a bump, anyone else?
I can answer that one. It's the same reason why you don't think about an itch that you can't scratch. If you can't get a girl, it's counterproductive to think about how cool it would be to get a girl.lakeshore said:Dude, why would you want to be less horny? Its guys that are never horny
that feel like crap.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.