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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
yeah, in an urban area you can meet a girl anywhereMonster said:I could not agree with you more. If you drink you can't drive. And who would want to take public transportation for an hour in the middle of the night.
yeah, in an urban area you can meet a girl anywhereMonster said:I could not agree with you more. If you drink you can't drive. And who would want to take public transportation for an hour in the middle of the night.
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.
haha...So the Scots still hate the English? Probably, not as much as the Irish hate them...Ben MacDui said:Generally but doesn't always work.
An old university friend of mine moved from rural England to Edinburgh (a quite large city) and told me that he found it almost impossible to have much luck with the Scottish girls due to the fact he was English and the rivalry thereof.
Yep lol. I'm not sure I'd recommend him going to sarge in Londonderry or East Belfast quite yet....mahon83050 said:haha...So the Scots still hate the English? Probably, not as much as the Irish hate them...