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.
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.
The girls are good...you should have posted more pics with them.Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
Here are my pics guys!
If there's any girls here, try to keep your hands in the keyboard allright?
First, this pic was taken BEFORE I started bb, about 2 years ago. What a DJ eh ??
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Bari.jpg
Now, onto the body. Sorry for the quality, you can't see my face with this piss poor web cam. But it's the same as in the first pic... http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad1.jpg
For 50 bucks, which one is my fav exercise?
Deads!
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad2.jpg
Looking good...
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad3.jpg
http://www.trailblazer.itgo.com/Ad4.jpg
Yup, I squat.
Keep posting guys, we still need Soshyopate's, Don Juan's, D's & Viroid's...
EDIT: I weight 183 pounds in those pics (taken today) by the way.
[This message has been edited by Aiken_Drum (edited 10-01-2002).]
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Why do you have a nike logo on your head?
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.
Then why did you said it was you??
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.
You see Viroid? I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them
*tsk tsk* vain are we?Originally posted by Aiken_Drum:
I'm hot, so don't complain about my ambiguously - hetero pics cause girls dig them.
Sorry, I dont think I have any pics of myself with my shirt off posing.
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.