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 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.
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.
Yeah, I would do the same, or would pay someone for doing that. But some guys are suicide.SleepyRangerMedic82D said:i would kick you in the teeth
luckily Im bigger than that guy haha.Commandante said:Yeah, I would do the same, or would pay someone for doing that. But some guys are suicide.
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.
and luckily for him bullets don't care how big you are. That "I'm bigger than dude" shyt is always a laugh.mtlwlu said:luckily Im bigger than that guy haha.
Honestly, 5-6 years ago... this board wasn't so "church" like.... and most of those posters are the ones who laid the foundation for what it means to be a "dj" (i do not consider myself that at all). but in recent years - the morale police have taken over here; mostly keyboard jockeys who aren't far removed from being an AFC (who most likely got cheated on themselves, which would explain their bitterness)....DonChino said:Just reading the information available in the DJ bible etc. it comes off to me all is fair when it comes to gaming girls.
You'd have to be a serious f*cking idiot to do 25 to life over some b*tch who cheated on you in the first place. Only a few people are that dumb.Warrior74 said:and luckily for him bullets don't care how big you are. That "I'm bigger than dude" shyt is always a laugh.
^^ Spot on ^^speakeasy said:You'd have to be a serious f*cking idiot to do 25 to life over some b*tch who cheated on you in the first place. Only a few people are that dumb.
luckily Im in Canada where hand guns are easily available...Warrior74 said:and luckily for him bullets don't care how big you are. That "I'm bigger than dude" shyt is always a laugh.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
If you do "the friend thing" you will be in the friendzone. End of story.mtlwlu said:Im going on a day date with a girl to the beach, she has a boyfriend though, I dunno if I should kino (easy to do when playing around in the water) or just do the friend thing.
It's fine to date/have sex with them, just don't get into a relationship with them, as they will cheat on you too.personally, I don't advise going out with chicks willing to cheat on their gf.
He should blame her if she cheats (she should either not do it, or end her first relationship), and himself, for not keeping her interested.I never quite understood why the boyfriend puts so much blame on the guy taking his girl out and not the girl herself.
If a man can't keep a woman attracted, it's his problem. She'll cheat sooner or later, may as well be with youIn my personal code of ethics, I do not. The reason is that I want to help my fellow man, not destroy him emotionally by being an ass thief.
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.