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.
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.
Dude. Yesterday I went on a date and meet this woman straight from the internet and I kissed her after the date. Came back online after the date because I was excited and posted about it. Yeah, I really do have lots of time on my hands, and my hands were also around a woman while I was kissing her. Another woman is waiting for me to call her and has been harassing me to call her, which I'll be doing soon.The Juan and only said:Luke, I really don't know why you do it. When I first read some of your stuff I was convinced you were full of sh1t, and guess what? nothing's changed. Anybody who'd even consider keeping up this charade for so long has way too much time on their hands. Sorry if that sounds harsh, I've just had enough of trolls on here.
Basically I'm asking what exactly you get out of this? a laugh? much wanted attention? Please, do tell.
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.
Depends what you have acheived before I guess, if its a first for him then he's as likely to be excited by it at 30 as at 20. Heck, the things are for me right now I'll also be excited if I got a kiss from a date [thought its far from a first it'd be a change!]but ur 30 bro, I understand this attitude coming from a 20 year old but not 30
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.
Uhhhh... No offense dude, but your parents treat you like a little kid. Tell your dad to call you a pimp.My father now nicknames me "The Kissing bandet".
Unless you plan on fvcking your mom, her opinion doesn't really matter. At age 30 (or even 18) you should be learning from your own life lessons.But again, my mom doesn't like the other girl and doesn't like her
Darth Vader would never EVER call anyone a kissing bandet. I think he would force choke you if he found out you said that!Luke Skywalker said:My father now nicknames me "The Kissing bandet".
Is that anything like going to Radio Shack to buy some Energy Drinks?"But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power converters!" - Luke Skywalker
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.
haha, i was thinking the same thing.pressure0354 said:holy sh*t, you are going to be done in 3 seconds once you have sex
HAHA.Desdinova said:Is that anything like going to Radio Shack to buy some Energy Drinks?
HAHA, funniest post ever broT Square said:Good job Luke! At this rate, you'll be de-virgined by New Years!
Let's see tons of Lay Reports from you in 2007!
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.