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.
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.
That is the greatest compliment I've ever received on SS.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:could be made up for attention
Wait that's her? You are going through all this? For THAT???bigneil said:That is the greatest compliment I've ever received on SS.
But as Alex Jones would say: you can't make this stuff up, folks. I do realize the actual risks I'm taking, my going undercover to report on the nefarious inner workings of an actual foreign slvt in her natural habitat. They kill spies over there. But she practically does look like a Bond girl.
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.
Chamber36 said:I live in Amsterdam and I bet I could get a hot Bulgarian or Romanian chick to move in with me, pay me rent and I could probably bone her as well....
I suppose Bigneil's got a catch with the apartment.
Has CordonCordon admitted she is a woman yet?cordoncordon said:Wait that's her? You are going through all this? For THAT???
She is what....a 5? If that? I am seriously coming to the conclusion that most people in this world are complete crazy people. I wouldn't even go on a date with a girl like that, let alone move in with her.
BN? This proves to me that you have more than a few screws loose. I knew it after the first stripper episode, but this confirms it. Also, get a better taste in women. Your standards are way too low.
You are more delusional than even I thought if you think that girl is hot in any way, shape, or form.bigneil said:Has CordonCordon admitted she is a woman yet?
Who else would protest a man saving $125 per night by living with a (yes) hot girl. I doubt any man would say this girl is a 5 or lower. And what is "all this" I've put up with? Finding a new girl sleeping in my bed? Saving $1000 the first week?
PS - The stripper just texted to invite me over to her new house this weekend. We'll be celebrating 18 months of sex. Yeah, I must have gone mad.
She reminds me of a less attractive version of Lucille Ball. Not that LB was even attractive.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:That russian is a 4.
no need for insultscordoncordon said:Wait that's her? You are going through all this? For THAT???
She is what....a 5? If that? I am seriously coming to the conclusion that most people in this world are complete crazy people. I wouldn't even go on a date with a girl like that, let alone move in with her.
BN? This proves to me that you have more than a few screws loose. I knew it after the first stripper episode, but this confirms it. Also, get a better taste in women. Your standards are way too low.
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.
Once again Dr. Flush makes a wrong medical diagnosis.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:dont fvck the bpd cvnt![]()
"A Bond Girl" you say? She looks more like Mr. Bean to me :crackup:bigneil said:But she practically does look like a Bond girl.
cordoncordon said:She reminds me of a less attractive version of Lucille Ball. Not that LB was even attractive.
well you shouldn't do that....when you don't know what it is....you don't know the signs!!PairPlusRoyalFlush said:I said it as a catchall because not everyone here knows of HPD...jerkoff.
yes it is...there are zero BPD signs with this woman....what would you call it then? it sure as hell ain't no BPDPairPlusRoyalFlush said:Her behavior is not clearly HPD.
you should read this thread again so you can see the attention seeking.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:I havent seen any attention seeking at all..
PairPlusRoyalFlush said:Anal retentive, much? Another male Cluster B getting all defensive...
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.