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.
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.
Acq said:I dont have "friends" but I have buddies, many of them, the whole idea of being "friends" with someone is absurd, since obviously people become "friends" for a reason, to gain attention, company or something materialistic. So why bother
I don't even have buddies it's a shame. A little embarassing but it's the truth. I would even settle for a good buddy right now. I don't want attention, I do have a cool new phone. The problem with my phone is I really don't have anybody to text me. I'm not even lonely right now. My granddad passed away two weeks ago without anybody buy close family caring and I want more then that when I die. I want some buddies.Acq said:I dont have "friends" but I have buddies, many of them, the whole idea of being "friends" with someone is absurd, since obviously people become "friends" for a reason, to gain attention, company or something materialistic. So why bother
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
A lot of my old friends from school moved from here. It is so much easier to make friends when you are young. I do have one buddy that I never call and he never calls me and another that moved. Anyways I just don't think I really know how to make friends with guys. Women love me guys not so much. I'm working on not being such a nice guy but I don't know.Iceberg said:...Or because you genuinely like the person. Hell, two guys that I met on the first day of first grade are two of my best friends. I don't think there was anything "materialistic" about that.
Man, some of you guys are real downers.
fun to converse with? what can they possibly know that you have heard of yet or cant reasearch online by yourself? or maybe they like to make retarded jokes about the amount of alcohol they consumed the other night when watching a hockey game?How about I have friends because they are fun to be around and converse with? No one becomes REAL friends through some materialistic B/S.
So that's whan I want to just be able to say hey man guess what happened. Or man I'm bout to go out and... That seems hard, I'm a certain complexation and not a lot of guys of my complexation would want to do the things I do. Workout go to school play video games females you know living.RSanders219 said:How about I have friends because they are fun to be around and converse with? No one becomes REAL friends through some materialistic B/S.
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.
Sounds good, ya know I just wouldn't want to come off as weird if I said "hey want to hang out". Know what I mean, I am intrested in mma and just working out in general. Thanks for the help MMF.MartyMcFly said:Man, friends aren't that tough to find. Just start frequenting something like a bar or join some kind of class you're interested in. You'll make friends in no time.
Dude, MMA would be a great way to find some cool guys to hang with. And as a bonus, chicks love that ****! :rockon:JustWuzzle said:Sounds good, ya know I just wouldn't want to come off as weird if I said "hey want to hang out". Know what I mean, I am intrested in mma and just working out in general. Thanks for the help MMF.
I was thinking of taking a class this summer. I've been putting that off. That is If I don't got back to the military. I had quite a few friends in the Army, I loved itMartyMcFly said:Dude, MMA would be a great way to find some cool guys to hang with. And as a bonus, chicks love that ****! :rockon:
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
You were in the Army?! Holy **** dude, its funny because I'm currently serving!JustWuzzle said:I was thinking of taking a class this summer. I've been putting that off. That is If I don't got back to the military. I had quite a few friends in the Army, I loved it