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.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
Yeah, last time around a lot of DJs wanted to get in on this so maybe this time there could be several of us trying these different approaches out. I'm curious to see what awesome ideas everyone will come up with.IsiMan84 said:I've been waiting my whole life for this moment. Okay so like 4 months. How about a part 2, part 3, and part 4? This is probably one of the best threads on the site, considering everybody asks all the same "does she like me" or "what does this mean" type questions everyday. At least this is something creative and people actually have to come up with something. Plus the keyboard jockeys are almost rewarded for being jockeys haha. Hell I'll even participate (just moved to a metro of 6 million+) since these kinds of actions are right up my alley. I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll son!
I moved to the Dallas area from Iowa. The city I lived by was maybe a little over 100,000 metro, and DFW metro is about twice the population of our entire state. My town was the type of place where everyone knew everyone, the same people went to the same places, and any failed pickup had long-term effects. I didn't realize I hadn't been on here since I moved, I'll update that soon.Solomon said:^^where did you move too? I see your location says Iowa
One of my friends found a PUA meetup group in the Dallas area and they schedule a few get-togethers every now and then to talk about the same type of stuff we do on here. From what he tells me some of those guys need work too. But apparently they are planning to sarge at one of the Dallas malls next Sunday, so I might have to accompany him and see what these guys are all about. Could be a good chance to use some of those experimental approaches too. Have you proposed any new ideas, or are you looking to use the same format you did in this one?Incog said:Yeah, last time around a lot of DJs wanted to get in on this so maybe this time there could be several of us trying these different approaches out. I'm curious to see what awesome ideas everyone will come up with.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
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.