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.
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.
Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
I think someone once said that science can be fun. I think it was Mister Wizard or something, but he had a valid point, I think.
Funny you should mention it... I'm putting on my robe and wizard hat right now.Originally posted by penkitten
can you wear a mr wizard hat during this big fun, since im gonna wear the high heels?
Originally posted by eternal
*Munches popcorn and drinks some soda*
Man, this beats watching the World Series.
Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Funny you should mention it... I'm putting on my robe and wizard hat right now.
Ten points for anyone who gets that joke.
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.
Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Funny you should mention it... I'm putting on my robe and wizard hat right now.
Ten points for anyone who gets that joke.
Erm...The Nich Hill's girlfriend looks like that kid from Harry Potter joke?Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Funny you should mention it... I'm putting on my robe and wizard hat right now.
Ten points for anyone who gets that joke.
That's pretty funny, but nope. It's from this:Originally posted by eternal
Erm...The Nich Hill's girlfriend looks like that kid from Harry Potter joke?
Ah. Well, you better cast Level 10 G-Spot Stimulation to make sure it's a great evening for her!Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
That's pretty funny, but nope. It's from this:
http://www.ericrice.com/cyber.txt
Originally posted by eternal
Ah. Well, you better cast Level 10 G-Spot Stimulation to make sure it's a great evening for her!
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.
On that note, I'll just sit back and watch this convo unfold now. Don't want to accidently unleash "Level 27 Cockblock" on Gio.Originally posted by penkitten
yah what eternal said !@
I just got a new spell. It's called +7 Magic Tongue of Astonishing Bliss. I figure that might help, too.Originally posted by penkitten
yah what eternal said !@
Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
I just got a new spell. It's called +7 Magic Tongue of Astonishing Bliss. I figure that might help, too.
My c*ck has enchanted invulnerability to blocking.Originally posted by eternal
On that note, I'll just sit back and watch this convo unfold now. Don't want to accidently unleash "Level 27 Cockblock" on Gio.
Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
My c*ck has enchanted invulnerability to blocking.![]()
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.
Well, gentlemen, I think I've found the girl for me.Originally posted by penkitten
block? o no it better not be blocked.....i dont have time to move anything outta the way![]()
Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Well, gentlemen, I think I've found the girl for me.![]()
It depends on the results of the scientific experiments.Originally posted by penkitten
have you now?
*Hands Gio a camcorder and Kama Sutra book.* You know, to make sure you didn't miss anything.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
It depends on the results of the scientific experiments.![]()
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.