Ouch. Well I guess she let you down easy...snowdog said:She sent me a text message today saying she met some other guy and she doesn't date two guys at once cause it's against her principles.
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.
Ouch. Well I guess she let you down easy...snowdog said:She sent me a text message today saying she met some other guy and she doesn't date two guys at once cause it's against her principles.
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.
That's a good suggestion. Thanks for that.yuppaz said:Yo Snowdog, read a little of your journal. Good job getting this success with women thing handled in your life. One thing that has been helping me lately is to have a plan for the week all set ahead of time and when you approach, do the invite right then and there, strike while the iron is hot. Last few sets for me were like this and they went much better then in the past where I would collect the number and then try to make plans. I'm horrible horrible with text, but great in person so I'm learning to use that to my advantage. A number for the sake of a number really has no value, set the 'meet up', then get the number. Cheers brother
Yea, oh well. I survived, hehe.Energy25 said:Ouch. Well I guess she let you down easy...
Yea, you're right.DJ_Hero said:Listen to him, man. He's trying to help you and it's good advice too. Don't just dismiss it like that.
Ease said:Uhh ahh i dont know sorry is exactly what you sent her.
Your game is weak because you used that tone with her during the entire time. It's no surprise that she was giving you such *****y, short replies.
The idea of being 'vague, weird and random' is not good. Act like you are a cool guy. Your text and conversation should be smooth, cool and aloof. Trying too hard is the killer of text and phone game.
Who ever said being relentless with chasing a girl was a good thing? The oldschool move is to wait 3 days before calling. Playing hard to get is the real way to get girls. Dont show so much interest.
This is also what i meant about being real with yourself. Who gives a **** if you were laughing when you wrote that, it doesn't matter what you write in your journal, its the outcome for you thats important. You are more talk than action, talk less.
All he did was give you advice. You clearly need it too, judging by your last mishap.snowdog said:Alright alright, just take it easy and watch your blood pressure bro.
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.
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.
Me: "Hey guys, this is [Rachel]. She's not only beautiful, but she's also from the same town as us"
"And you're such a cool, hot chick as well."
Yeah, I'd loved to have seen that smile to. The sweet smile of awkwardness."Stop it, I can't handle compliments that well" (her smile was just priceless)
Fundamental.Dont show so much interest.
....would suggest you need wholesale changes to your game. Your confidence with girls is good, but thats not uncommon. Its your gamelol, how many more years is this thread going to continue before I read a lay report?
I check this thread every now and then and think to myself "okay this update for sure he's banged some chick" to no avail.
I gotta stop getting my hopes up.
That took me almost two years, by the way. I couldn't even look at em.Your confidence with girls is good
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.
Don't let it get to ya!snowdog said:Just called the number. It's fake. Sigh.
Sure, that sh*t is funny now I read it, but In retrospect, I literally nearly drank myself into a coma that night. I drove into parked cars on my way home and fell off my bicycle a dozen times. I got home with with my face covered in blood and vomit and bruises all over. I pissed myself and vomited in my sleep that night. Happy new year. Rock bottom, man.01-04-2008, 04:00 AM
On new year's eve, i got sinfully drunk. I got into a fight, vomited all over the place.... and after that I felt like **** for 3 days. Couldn't eat or drink anything. Now almost half a week later, i start to feel relatively normal again. I decided to stop drinking for at least a month. Lets see how this affects me in general.
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.