I was about 15 min ago sitting with a decent Columbian chick in her place smokin out and watching the 40 yr old virgin. Which I by the way think has some lesson anyone like me should take heart. Anyway this chick proceeds to tell me after the movie that she wants a booty call. I at once think to myself, "why not me" but I choke. My heart stars pounding and i shut the **** up. I then made idle bull**** for a while and later said I had to sleep because of work tommorrow. Now I am at home and I've realized that I am a *****. She gave me all the signs, I saw them and did **** about it. But no more. This is my one and only rant. I thank everyone on the net for helping me grow up. Peace.
"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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