That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
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.
Get a sense of humor or sleep alone.Originally posted by KING OF SEX
Use any of those and sleep alone.
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.
Yea, that's the funny thing about uni. There are some smokin' babes who are really nerdy, and genuinely good people. They are usually delighted to be approached too, it's money.Originally posted by lebRambo
haha, its odd saying it, but there really are a lot of hot women at uni with a little streak of geekiness. Now, I'm a software engineering student, so i'm bound to be a little geeky, right? Anyway, I've got this shirt that says <BODY> on it (yeah, the HTML tag). A couple of weeks ago, while I was walking to class, a chick stopped me and says "OMG! I love your shirt!" and starts laughing. So i start macking her and ger her number.
Most women outside of uni don't like geeks. but at uni, there is always a few hotties doing math or compSci.![]()
yeah, but the chance is so remote that by the binomial probability theorem, it will not happen in the lifetime of this universe. God damn, i'm a nerd!Originally posted by Big Eee Zee
"According to Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle of Quantum Mechanics, we may already be making love right now."
I like that one