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.
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.
Following this logic a virgin can't be a HB10Rollo Tomassi said:There is no such thing as an HB 10 who you haven't
slept with. The last point to half point is entirely based on sexual performance. It's one thing to have a Ferrari, but it if you have a Ferrari with a VW engine, it's not a Ferrari.
BTW every girl posted so far is no higher than a HB 8.5 by my standards. These girls are average compared with the girls in South Beach, Florida.
Distant Light said:The rating system is pure SHALLOW HAL
I say this because the guy thought the fat girls were 10 and his friend thought differently. This is exactly like us, we all like different things and have different 10s, so there is no way of jugding the girls as to whether or not there 10s because everyone is different. Just respect that they are putting up there 9s/10s whatever.
Anywho I'll just throw some up for a limited time...
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j91/Distant_Light/zdyme20.jpg
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j91/Distant_Light/zdyme18.jpg
http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j91/Distant_Light/zdyme4-1.jpg
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.
ChrizZ said:
This pic is airbrushed quite a bit,it doesn't really show much of her body either. How hot do you think she would be in person?Night Owl said:All your tastes suck..... None of them are anything near a HB 10, not even close...
Try this one...
http://www.new-dream.de/image/wallpaper/musik/shania-twain/shania-twain-02.jpg
ketostix said:I'm calling BS on that. Besides it's immaterail if they're airbrushed or not, if they look good they look good. You cannot airbrush to perfection unless perfection exist. Female logic[/QUOT
Huh? If a girl has bad acne thats removed by photoshop, the perfection did not exist.
oh my god. you beat me before i got finished reading the whole 4 pages.NINJA PIMPIN said:This thread makes me sad. Most of you have bought into the Hollywood propaganda and either like fake, blow-up doll lookin b!tches, or just plain slutty girls. Shame on you!
So far the only girl that really turned my head this thread was the one posted be Pete Killahog... natural, feminine, the real deal.
PS - HB10 is a highly subjective rating which depends on
1. How much ass you are getting
2. How sober you are
3. Your level of exposure to hot babes
4. Personal taste
Today's 10 could always be tomorrow's 7, which is why my rating system is binary..she's either hot or she's not.
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.
movistar said:It didn't exist for the purposes of reality but it existed for the purposes of visual perfection in the photograph. C'mom a 10 physically means a girl with no imperfections in the viewers opinion. If a imperfection didn't exist and there's no such thing as perfection no one would be able to airbrush with the goal of perfection. My point is airbrushed or not a visually perfect girl actually exist in reality for every guy, and more than one.ketostix said:I'm calling BS on that. Besides it's immaterail if they're airbrushed or not, if they look good they look good. You cannot airbrush to perfection unless perfection exist. Female logic[/QUOT
Huh? If a girl has bad acne thats removed by photoshop, the perfection did not exist.
I had 1 hot highschool teacher who taught my health class... she was only 24 years old thoughxdreamz said:but why don't you post a picture of your middle school teacher though..for real, you got to have them be at least a little sexy
Damn looks like my old oneitis that brought me to this site "sniff".KillaPetehog said:
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
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.