penkitten
Master Don Juan
i think i have permission to sit in his lapOriginally posted by Eternal
You gotta talk to Gio about that one...My "rates" aren't universal.![]()
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.
i think i have permission to sit in his lapOriginally posted by Eternal
You gotta talk to Gio about that one...My "rates" aren't universal.![]()
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 AFK Protector
I'm underaged. I will bring soda.
That works. That'll save on seating cost!Originally posted by penkitten
i think i have permission to sit in his lap![]()
I'm just saying, there might be a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket if you know what I mean.Originally posted by Eternal
That works. That'll save on seating cost!![]()
You two can talk and see what pops up.
That ranks up there with the Wizard Hat...Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
I'm just saying, there might be a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket if you know what I mean.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
i like it when he plays dress upOriginally posted by Eternal
That ranks up there with the Wizard Hat...
What if he's a rhino?Originally posted by penkitten
i like it when he plays dress up
There is nothing more serious than a rhino that's about to charge your ass.Originally posted by Eternal
What if he's a rhino?
somehow darling, that just doesn't sound very sexy.Originally posted by Giovanni Casanova
There is nothing more serious than a rhino that's about to charge your ass.
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.
How about if I cast my C0ck of the Infinite?Originally posted by penkitten
somehow darling, that just doesn't sound very sexy.
That works...Thanks for wearing a skirt.Originally posted by Fist_of_Fury
I'm sitting right ontop of ya...hehe. For some reason I was thinking you'd like this better than a hole in the popcorn bucket...![]()
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.
im already sitting in his lap....Originally posted by Fist_of_Fury
I'm sitting right ontop of ya...hehe. For some reason I was thinking you'd like this better than a hole in the popcorn bucket...![]()
*Ushers seabreeze out the door.* Of course not...Well, wait a minute, let me go do a comparision first...Originally posted by Fist_of_Fury
While I'm sitting here...what's this "girl(s)" stuff...are there other girls involved in this....becuase i wanna see her face....tell ya if she's worth losin' this piece...![]()
She meant she was sitting on my lap.Originally posted by penkitten
im already sitting in his lap....
for future reference, i am always sitting in gio's lap!
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.