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.
How would you know and honestly who cares? Obviously a very large part of your self worth comes from women. Zero percent of mine does.@marmel75 Ok you have never had a girl this hot I'll post a picture shortly just clean up your mess afterwards
Whst insults are you talking about? I merely am stating the truth. A truth you don't want to hear.@marmel75 with your insults and bullying you show me you have zero self worth. Because if you did have self worth you would pick people up like me lol
Marmel thats one of the lessons of the game. A man's self worth should be internally generated.Whst insults are you talking about? I merely am stating the truth. A truth you don't want to hear.
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.
The first 10 seconds of this video clip from where I start playing it basically sums you up in a nutshell.Thank you @mrgoodstuff
It’s the DJ MarshmelloNothing personal, but I won't miss your creepy profile pic.