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.
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 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.
Pssssttttt.... He can't hear 'ya......Last Man Standing said:Hey nerdy blueyes - thanks for putting me on your ignore list!...
I hope I don't get a warning point for that.Hey nerdy blueyes - thanks for putting me on your ignore list!
And no, I don't want to chat with 16 year old children to satisfy your voyeurism temdencies!!!!!!!
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
IRC is old school, not too many people would understand it (c'mon, it's text based). A year or two ago someone had a couple of "SoSuave Nights" on Yahoo that went over pretty well. I'd think that more people are using a Yahoo compatible IM than an IRC client.kreuz said:Why not just create a channel on an IRC server and have something a lot easier to use?
they dont offer alot, its free. i can ban troolsFrancisco d'Anconia said:Out of curiosity, is there any security for the user accounts?
yahoo wont let me create a room. aim still lets you.Francisco d'Anconia said:IRC is old school, not too many people would understand it (c'mon, it's text based). A year or two ago someone had a couple of "SoSuave Nights" on Yahoo that went over pretty well. I'd think that more people are using a Yahoo compatible IM than an IRC client.
Im amazed at how immature you guys are...A 25 year old and a 44 year old virgin telling an 18 year old kid that he's nerdy. Good job guys.Originally posted by ThunderMaverick
Hahaha I'll say it!
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Hey nerdy blueyes - thanks for putting me on your ignore list!
And no, I don't want to chat with 16 year old children to satisfy your voyeurism temdencies!!!!!!!
I hope I don't get a warning point for that.
I'll never do that again! Promise!
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.