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.
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.
Yea....except she's a quality female. Speaks 3 languages, rides me like a paint shaker... Doesn't bytch to me about her hard day at work ..etcOh God my eyes! Yuck. 4 or 5 tops. Friend-zone her hard and use her to meet other hotter girls in her social circle.
It matters to me because I'm still focusing my life on superficial things.Why does it matter?
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 bring good points but there is another one.It matters to me because I'm still focusing my life on superficial things.
I mean, if you were scarred in some way wouldn't you want to be loved still?
It matters to me because I'm still focusing my life on superficial things.
Isn't it better to no focus on superficial things? So shouldn't you be trying to move away from it?
I mean, if you were scarred in some way wouldn't you want to be loved still?
What? I don't see how this applies
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
I know these replys are from under 23yr old dudes. What's your age?Dont listen to half these guys who says shlt like "yuck"' or "wouldnt touch" etc. I mean shes not my type but I wouldn't say shes ugly. Cant really force her to workout but if she had a better diet, she can easily lose 10-20lbs
Also the way you talk about her, she seems decent which is a rare commodity nowadays. Personally i'd say keep her around, reasons are if she has good values and personalities, that alone triumphs looks.
You guys are all chasing girls in the genetic 3%, 8,9,10s but most of you guys are not in the 3% of male looks, or the 3% of income.
So you're saying that in order to **** the hottest girls you need to be the most physically attractive man or have an extremely high income? It sounds like you don't actually understand female to male attraction at all, and that you need to get a grip
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.