"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"

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.

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I always end up in the most awkward situations

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The other night I went to a show with some friends. I was the seventh wheel to three couples. So, there was this girl there that I couldn't keep my eyes off of. An 11. Seriously. Blonde hair, skin tight black leather miniskirt, yadda yadda. I saw her walking around with some dude, so naturally I figured they were together.

Maybe two hours later and we were hanging out near the upstairs bars, and she was still around, behaving rather drunk. A half hour later she pops up again, alone, and was well past the point of being in proper control of her motor skills. She was stumbling around, so I started laughing at her. She took notice and came over to me, somewhat angered or offended.

her: Are you laughing at me?
me: Not at all. (points to the screen in the back with the band playing) I was just laughing at this band. They're terrible.
her: (obviously not buying it, giving me this pissed off look)
me: ....... of course I was laughing at you!
her: (gets real close) *mumble*mumble* retard *mumble* I don't think *mumble* retarded *mumble*
me: ..... huh?
her: (I honestly couldn't understand what she was saying because the band was so loud, and she was trashed.)
me: Soooo.... where ya from?
her: Duh, from around here!
me: Oh. Well I'm not.
her: Ya know, I think the fact that you don't care what you look like is ****ing sexy...
me: What do you mean I "don't care" what I look like?

Then she starts getting in really close, and puts her arm around my neck, like she's trying to make out with me, but I just kept turning my head.

her: You smell really good.

At this point I started feeling awkward. I was 60 miles away from home, didn't drive, my friends are sitting there watching this trainwreck, the guy she was with shows up with a couple of his friends, she's so drunk I'm getting a buzz from her breath.... not a pretty picture.

Then she started asking me if I wanted her to leave me alone, as I was clearly uncomfortable. The guy she was with earlier took her by the hand (he didn't even look at me), and pulled her away, as she stared at me with this sad look until they disappeared into the crowd.

I don't really know what I could have done differently. It was a bookcase example of the usual dillemas I'm constantly dealing with. I mean, she probably ended up passing out and got gang banged by those three guys or whatever, so I don't really consider it a loss to any extent, but I should have handled it better. I suppose it's best not to dwell on these things so much.
 

"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"

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.

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i really dont think anything else could have came from it if she was that fn trashed
 

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Well i woulda made out with her if she was an 11. Unless the guy she came with is bigger than you. ;)
Soprano said:
i really dont think anything else could have came from it if she was that fn trashed
LoL you obviously haven't been with a lot of trashed chicks if you think NOTHING would have come out of it.
As long as she throws herself at you its all good.
 

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her: Ya know, I think the fact that you don't care what you look like is ****ing sexy...
me: What do you mean I "don't care" what I look like?
Maybe you should cough up some cash for a better wardrobe, pal. :)
 

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monster squad said:
I mean, she probably ended up passing out and got gang banged by those three guys or whatever, so I don't really consider it a loss to any extent, but I should have handled it better. I suppose it's best not to dwell on these things so much.
Umm you don't consider that a loss? Consider this.... you could have been banging her!
You got AMOG-ed son. now drop and gimme 20.
 

"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."

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.

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