"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"

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.

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My story (WARNING: painful AFCness)

Chickfight

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Here's my story. It feels good to write this and not care or feel any emotion besides relief. :)

Honestly, I was extremely awkward and horribly shy through most of highschool until I moved to a different highschool in a different country to live with my mom for my junior year. I only had one girlfriend before this and didn't get passed 1st base.

After moving I really loosened up, started partying more, made some awesome friends and became popular with girls. I was making out with a different girl every week for the first month. About 3 weeks in I touched/licked my first titty :rockon:.

Unfortunately, this didn't last and I had my first oneities. Lets call her dutchie. It was this beautiful half asian/ half dutch girl with a PERFECT rack. Anyway, long story short, we made out in at a club, but I ****ed it up with supreme afc behavior, agreed to be friends, made out again, ****ed it up again, became "just friends" for good. So she became a part of my group of tight friends and I proceeded to secretly lust after for the rest of highschool (sad I know).

Losing my virginity at 17: Random chick who worked as a dancer at a club took a strange interest in me and I did her (albeit uncomfortably) in the bathroom.
Losing my virginity definitely eased the pressure.

I know what you're thinking, I only ****ed ONE girl in two years? You gotta realize, my life revolved around my oneities. I constantly had a scheme to get her. This is actually how I learned a lot of stuff about attraction, because I literally tried EVERYTHING and the things that worked were later confirmed by what I read on sites like these. Such as when we went out iceskating as a group and I effortlessly got a hot chicks number right in front of her. This made her jealous and all of a sudden she was more touchy feely.

Anyway, this went on for a while. My game was improving, I was bent on getting her. It came to me asking her to the winter ball senior year. I was sure she would say yes, but she didn't and I was heartbroken(even though I got her back by bringing a model instead that my sis hooked me up with). Anyway, come prom, we're good again, we flirt again, I had no intention of asking her out again, but she eventually asked me and it was all good until 2 days before it, we were at a party together and I got all jealous when she was talking to other guys and eventually got pissed and told her to **** off. Needless to say, she cancelled and I ended up going to prom alone.

Then came Thailand, our grad trip in the summer. Two years of reading about and learning how to attract girls (most specifically her) had culminated into a beautiful butterfly of seduction. I gave it everything I had in those 10 days, the pinnacle of aloof, disinterested, yet irresistble. I was tanned, toned and ALPHA. Miraculously, the attraction came (and we all know how hard that is after LJBF) Finally, by the end of the trip she offered for me to sleep with her in her bed, because my roomie caught the swine flu (not kidding). I responded with a cool "hmm well as long as you don't take advantage of me :)" I made love to her that night, two years late, but it was AMAZING.

Since then, a year and a half ago, we've only seen eachother once. She has a boyfriend who is in medschool and seems like a very decent guy. I'm happy for her. I'm extremely grateful to her for teaching me these skills. I could not imagine being like that 16 boy I once was. I think we can all trace back to that single girl that brought us to this world in the first place.


If you read that whole thing, I salute you. It was more for me than anything else, but thank you for your time.
 

"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"

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.

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Diaforetikos

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It really is a rewarding feeling to look back on the was and the. Smile at the now. You have changed, and you have proof. Contests on stepping it up, and not caving in to being comfortable. You knew what had to be done, and you did it. That's called being a man. Your well on your way.

And don't salute us for reading this. I salute you for taking control of your life.

Your story is just like mine. Had one girl I wanted really bad. Tried to get yer for two years straight and got nothing. She dove me to this site, and now we sleep together a few times a week. She even had a boyfriend when we first started hooking up. They are separated and now she texts me and is chasing me all the time. Compare that to how I use to be, and I smile smile at the now.
 
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