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.
finally a quality post!BluEyes said:If I'm fed up with flirting, I just signal the chick from across the room and do this:
>signal her with a head toss(you know, like you're saying whats up)
>smile a little(not creepy, but not dumb either)
>hold my hand out between us and sort of point back and forth between me and her quickly, like you're subcomunicating "me and you".
>then nod in the direction of the doorway, and point with the thumb of outstretched hand.
The times I did it and it worked, both girls were like "wtf?!", walked up to me because the place was loud... I put my hand on the small of her back and led her into the house's hallway. Without saying a word just started making out with her.
If they act like "wtf?", just call them over with your hand, and lead her out of the room.
It works well(from my experience) at house parties and large social gatherings.
I'll admit I'm not confident enough for it to work all the time, and sometimes they aren't in the mood... but when it does work it's golden.
By the way, it might seem weird, but try acting it out right now.
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.
Excuses, excuses, excuses...Zippy said:I need to build up my life and move away from everyone... Maybe I should never make friends so girls can't fall for them. It feels like, if one girl turns me down, I feel infinite embarrassment and that I'm worth nothing. This is very hard for me because I'm very antisocial now and I don't like people. No, I'm not saying that just because of "hormones" or anything petty like that, I probably have Avoidant Personality Disorder, I think.
I can't picture myself getting any type of girlfriend, but randomly fvcking people... I think I might stoop to this level now.ChrizZ said:Excuses, excuses, excuses...
She turned you down because you were too shy to make a move and fvck her. Don't move away. She rejected you? Perfect! Don't next her. Tell her you want to hook up with her and bang her so hard that she ain't gonna sh!t right for a week. If she still rejects you then fvck her sister!
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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Because I keep changing my mind and I don't know what I want.superchill89 said:why are you here then?
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.
Shure, when I was 15, I got epilepsy. Heavily medicated, I gained alot of fat and ended up at a chubby 220 lbs. My energy stooped and made me kinda zombie like. My focus were so bad that I forgot what people said to me 20 inutes ago. Grades went down, nonexisting social life. Oh, my meds were also used to treat bipolar disease. So I was cronically depressed. For the next when I was 20, I felt like I needed a change. I looked at my problems. Problem A, problem B, problem C etc ... for every problem there is a solution. So I made plans for fixing my problems. This is self improvment. I didn't even use what I read on this page. I fixed my problems and that gave me alot of confidence and inner peace. When my inner game changed, I became naturally attractive. I lost my virgiity at the tender age of 21. Does it even matter? No. Im in a good place because I fixed my problems. I have a greate girlfriend and good friends. Basicly, when I was at my lowest point I asked myself "I wonder what I'm like in ten years." That question kept me interested in improving myself.Zippy said:Ummm... Chase? Did you even get what I meant? I wasn't talking about what you said, I'm talking about the way you type things, it can be a challenge reading something like this, "0mg hey liek u ned to lyke pul urself 2gether bcuz u r a mezz..."
Many of you had it worse eh? May I hear some stories/get links to old threads that contain your stories?
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.