She slips me the extra $20 after we are done.Not just when she "accidentally" slip you an extra 20?
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.
She slips me the extra $20 after we are done.Not just when she "accidentally" slip you an extra 20?
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.
That's what I thought the OP would be after seeing the titleYou remind me of this video:
You know nothing, John Snow.Go back 2 store....buy a whole load shlt of grocery/items stand in line at her cash register. You now have about 3 minutes to interact with her. Ask for her phone # and name.
I stand by my strategy.You could keep buying lots of small items in separate transactions without leaving the store, so that way you get to touch her hand quite a lot. Pay for chewing gum, then go back and pick up a candy bar, pay for that, then go back.....you get the idea
You're gonna need a cigarette at the end of it all
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.