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.
Are you so stupid that you can't read the post in context to save your life? By saying "rude and critical", I was referring to everything after the "don't have an attitude" part, which is disrespectful of ME, and if you or anyone else pulled that sh!t, you would be bruised and bloody before you knew what was coming. Read the damn post in context next time, unless your obviously-low IQ prevents you from doing so.spesmilitis 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.
What, bad spelling? Ho-ho, high five, ok just kidding00Kevin said:
.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.
Exactly, if this was a dude instead of a chick...would Frank be bragging about standing up to a 5'3" 110 lb person dressed like a flamer?PigAdlemPimp said:Why is it such a great feat to stand up to a sexy snobish b!tch in a skimpish outfit at a gym.
Calm down buddy, everythings gonna be alright. It would be unfair to call you out at this point, since its pretty obvious you were having a fit of roid rage when you wrote that last post.MetalFortress said:
Wow... obviously your the idiot. First of all there is no such thing as "ROID RAGE" it's made up, ppl get aggresive cuz they have more muscle and testastrone. Roid has nothing to do with one's behavior it's all propaganda cr*p just like the anti-weed commericals (I don't do roids or weed.) Lifting ability doesn't EQUAL fighting ability... I've kicked a "big" kid's ass who could bench 200 lbs and squat over 300, it's all about knowing how to fight.spesmilitis said:
WTF what needs explanation in my last post? She actually IMPLIED that she wants to be left alone by saying "What kind of inconsideret idiot would talk to anyone while I'm lifting weights" This is basically what she said NO she didn't say those exact words BUT unless your socially clueless like yourself NORMAL ppl would have gotten the HINT from what SHE SAID and would have just left her alone.spesmilitis said:
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.
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