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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
I have tryed this method on women with amazing results.
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.
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.
okay, even now I remember that like it was yesterday. At the first time, i hadn' tseen either one of the girls (kim or cindy) in 6 months, and a year for cindy. Cindy was all over me.. I know when she's been flirty.. I dated her for 6 months. she was laying it on thick. But cindy isn't the my oneitis.. kim was. Kim is a little more reserved. she literarly thinks every guy on earth wants to fvck her (and for the most part she isn't far off) and has no problem being reserved. Even with that said.. i knew Kim enough to know she was checking me out, but wasn't going to say anything in front of cindy.What I don't understand about the original poster's post is that he says when they came over sex was the last thing on his mind, and then he says that is why they liked him , and then he says when the girl walked through the door, the first thing he did was take her clothes off. I don't get that.
pimpfromdayone said:Basically, after countless paragraphs of useless bragging, you have told us that to avoid LJBF, we should treat her like we don't really want her and make it known that you are in demand and have other woman as options. Congratulations on getting yourself out of AFC-land.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
this is where guys get it wrong. See, this is what we want to think. However in all reality, she didn't think I was a great guy that she wanted to keep around.. she always thought I was cute, I knew that. but I didn't "do it" for her for whatever the reason may be, however becuase of my AFCness I was useful and good to keep around. then one day I DID do it for her. it's not like she was waiting for me to come along or anything.. it just happened.a girl that allows this to happen is has not put in the friendszone more or less your on deck and she's waiting for you to do something that just blows her away, or perhaps she's attempting to sheild you away because of the fact that your close to her. or a a list of other things. none of them bad just annoying and the average DJ should keep her on deck and work up other options so that oneitis doesn't set it.
She wasn't good in any way. she's nice I guess and easy to talk to. but the only, the sole reason I kept her around was because I wanted to fvck her in the baddest way. That's telling the truth. Not beecause she was this 'great friend"... now we became friends over time.. you tend to do that when you know someone for 7 years, but looking back on it, she didn't offer anything that anyone else didn't. She was hot. And regardless of how friendly I got, how long we went with what her and I called.. "that" comming up.. the fact that I did like her.. she knew. She would admit she knew. When she wuld get drunk she would tease me and show me what I "wasn't" getting. yet I put up with it like an AFC fool.Good people are hard to find and in my eyes if you find those people keep them around you.
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.