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.
Absolutely. Especially Latinos. Most are catholic do to the early church spreading throughout central and South America.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
The majority of both European Spanish / Italian and Latin American females are religiously polarised. These days, a marginal majority are atheist, but the remainder are devout, many to the point of being irritating.
i know 15+ latinas and none of them are religious
Ask them what religion they are.
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.
all of them are christian
I live in a country full of them. Have done for 30 years. Some play games, but the majority (in Spain at least), religious or not, are solid. I guess that in the US, Latinas might be different. But in Europe, both the Europeans and South) Central American immigrants are a good bet. Perhaps you should focus on new arrivals.
Spaniards are white.
That was (partly*) true, a few centuries ago. Then history occured. And many of them emigrated to Spain / Europe, and viceversa. Some parts of certain cities in Spain now have higher concentrations of Latin Americans (Cuba, Venezuela, Colombia, Argentina, etc) than European Spanish.
I knew two of them and I don't think they were religious either, at least at the time I dealt with them. They cost $ 60.00 each but didn't have that type of discussion with them since it may have killed the mood, but their English wasn't that good anyway. The first one was from Colombia, and the second was from Brazil. (not the same day and no penetrative sex for the record although it was offered by them). I went to a Spanish church a couple of weekends later to see if I could meet other Spanish girls but most of them looked like they were with their families and I felt like an outsider there as I'm not Spanish myself nor understand their language.
Yeah, and some of them take money for it too. To be fair, that last prostitute was the last woman from Latin America (or any woman in general) I've been intimate with and this was like 4 years ago and I consider the whole thing was a mistake on my end. But look, I've been satisfied by that encounter for over 4 years and haven't really been turned on by anyone since then. Like you I just wanted to be with a Spanish woman, like the ones you have described and posted on here and $ 60 seemed like a good deal at the time to make a lifelong memory. Now I can say I've been with a Spanish woman and all it cost was $ 60 (and the hidden costs of sanity and peace of mind afterwards).bigdave17 said:
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.
This is really on point. Good for you man for grabbing your steel balls and going for it with this girl!