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.
Dunno about the girls being easy, I just know if they just signed up a week or 2 ago, they're easier to influence than a girl whose been on myspace for a long while who is well seasoned on getting weekly flirts from guys.Originally posted by Wiesman44
if they are fat / ugly and respond to your email with little or no effort on your part, they just wanna be rammed really hard.
Hot girls don't need myspace. Attractive women don't use it. Girls w/o problems don't use it to date.
All AFC dudes use it b/c they won't approach on their own. Girls know this.
A-FVCKIN'-MEN!Originally posted by Wiesman44
if they are fat / ugly and respond to your email with little or no effort on your part, they just wanna be rammed really hard.
Hot girls don't need myspace. Attractive women don't use it. Girls w/o problems don't use it to date.
All AFC dudes use it b/c they won't approach on their own. Girls know this.
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.
Oh the luxury of living vicariously through your "friend". It must be wonderfully fulfilling to be a buddy to the king of MySpace.Originally posted by reyalp
my old roommate from way back when uses myspace and he probably gets more ass than you do.
Ask them? Its the net....Not like they can slap you. Still i get off myspace and out into the real world. Its more fun!Originally posted by Juan_Man
On Myspace, how do you know which girls just want sex?
Had you not responded with an uncultured personal affront, I would have been willing to discuss Myspace further with you.Originally posted by KarmaSutra
Oh the luxury of living vicariously through your "friend". It must be wonderfully fulfilling to be a buddy to the king of MySpace.
Do you have any experience with women or are they straight out of fantasy land in Penthouse Forum?
Perhaps I was a bit harsh but explain how your buddy taggin' online a$$ is going to help you get experience with women?Originally posted by reyalp
Had you not responded with an uncultured personal affront, I would have been willing to discuss Myspace further with you.
Well that's an understandable query.Originally posted by KarmaSutra
Perhaps I was a bit harsh but explain how your buddy taggin' online a$$ is going to help you get experience with women?
I don't see the correlation? Please show me my friend . . .
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.