suikeisuru
Don Juan
Can anyone think of a good neg hit for a hot chick with acne? I already # closed and want to have something up my sleeve for our get together next week.
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.
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.
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.
HB9 with acne. What does that even mean? LOLOriginally posted by suikeisuru
OK OK.
She is a HB9 BTW.
How can you ever say that a girl with acne is a HB9? The ratingsystem is being severly misused in this forum.Originally posted by suikeisuru
OK OK.
She is a HB9 BTW.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Those aren't neg hits, they're insults.Originally posted by blueangel83
"Neg hits" USUALLY don't work on me because I end up dissing the guy 50 times worse.![]()
One guy said something like I look like Michael Jackson
Another guy said I look like a candidate for "Ringu 2"![]()
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.
The way I see it, guys tend to have two different types of 1-10 scales.Originally posted by Deus ex Pianoforte
Simple, he considers her a 9 in SPITE of her acne. Maybe she would be a 10 without it. We're rating human beings on a scale of 1-10. If they were PERFECT (i.e., your definition of a 10), then they wouldn't be a human being anymore, now would they? Ratings are all a matter of one's own standards...for example, Elisha Cuthbert being an 8?:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: 6.5, 7's being generous.
Negs have to have an element of compliment about them. They must be ambiguous in that respect.Originally posted by blueangel83
Hit me with a neg, I want to know exactly what you are talking about.![]()
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.