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.
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.
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.
I agree, Gav. I think a lot of this "it's all attitude" mentality is a cop out which encourages guys to be slack with their appearance.to be honest, i've been trying to deny that appearance doesn't matter, but the fools that say that can stay blind to the truth. appearance is most of your game. it is far more productive to work on that than a bunch of techniques.
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.
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.
thats exactly the same what i did after reading his postthat post just motivated me to eat another dinner lifeforce
PP, ur totally right. But i can't do that because he knows DAMN much people here.....and also almost all my friends and aquintances(?)...so he often hangs out with my friends and mine. i now see that as an excersise to not put up with any disrespect. But i need to be VERY careful all the time because when we all are laughing and sh1t and than he makes a "funny" but disrespectful comment about me and i'm in happy mood so i get caught off-guard. That sh1t i hate the most...when suckers make a comment that seems funny but is disrepectful.....and if i dont pay attention i will laugh about the disrespect with the other people, holy sh1t! ALWAYS BE PREPARED!You should excommunicate people who don’t encourage you.
i will add this to my positive motivation stuff - sounds indeed like much fun haha =)Haha, imagine the sucker on his knees in front of you and praising you. :]
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.