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.
Phyzzle said:At the end of the day, this thread is a perfect storm of cliche's.
Yeah, my teacher in high school forbid us from using that word. He actually would take a letter grade off of papers if he saw it in there.KarmaSutra said:This has got to be the worst word in our language. I absolutely loathe anyone who prefaces every other word with: "like".
I fvcking hate it with a passion.
I NEVER use that label seriously. I only use that word with people that dislikes me like my girlfriends roommate. She wanted to date me, lost out, and now wishes that I wouldn't come over. Sucks to be her *jabs Ken785 in the eye with stick*Purple-Haze said:BFFs for life!!!
This annoys me a great deal. The people who profess this BS are precisely the ones that go around spewing lies about their supposed "BF".
I hate labels like that. You are just setting yourself up for a fall!
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
You mean your teacher in HS made you 69 him for your mid-term testcomic_relief said:He would fail people for using it as well. I remember my midterm was a 69 for that class as well.
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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.
Fukken A man.DJDamage said:When you come to work on monday and you aren't feeling really well and someone says: " Sounds like someone has a case of the monday's"
I believe you should get your ass kicked for saying something like that.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
or phone rings:Levex said:Phone rings.
Me: Hello?
some douche: "who is this?" or " who you?"
....motha****er YOU called ME!!!!!!
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.