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 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.
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.
Thank you.Bonhomme said:This is once again using the term "nice guy" when the correct term is more along the lines of "suck up."
Because experience has taught them for the better part of a lifetime that no matter how "slutty" they are perceived, they still have an endless supply of Nice Guys lining up to give them attention - and all this attention does is reinforce their own behaviors. You're giving way too much credit to the convictions of the Nice Guy. As rational as it would seem for a Nice Guy to want to avoid the "slutty" type of girl (subjective at best), the Nice Guy is defined by his deprivation of sex - this is his motivation, his method is being the Nice Guy. We can make his necessity a virtue all we want and justify it, but biology (in this case sexuality) will always trump conviction at some point or to some degree.ducaro said:why don't these foolish women realize that not even a 'nice guy' would wanna hook up with slVtty women.
I wish I could agree with this. It would really stroke my sense of moral justice and desire to see real karmic turnaround, but unfortunately I think that most women ultimately have their cake and eat it too. I say this because it's the Nice Guy who'll be waiting his turn to get with them at 30-35 once they've had enough of the Bad Boy (assuming they do) and will be all too accommodating and forgiving (he's the Nice Guy remember?) and leap at the chance to finally be appreciated for being so with the woman who's up to then only seen him as another girlfriend. It's validating to the point of self-righteousness for the AFC to finally see his waiting pay off in the form of a regulated intimacy from his desired woman. Women (and men) are opportunists, they do indeed want the bigger and better deal, and it so happens that steadfast NIce Guy becomes that better deal when her sexual marketability declines to the point that she's no longer the Bad Boys favorite. Nice Guy is all too happy to have her once she's unable or less able to hold the attention of Bad Boy. Thus these 'slutty girls' become the "reformed" Soccer Moms in their middle age, thanks to accomodating (and patient) AFCs.ducaro said:believe me, those women on that video will find it extremely difficult settling down in life. They are headed towards 'sex and the city' lifestyle... cuz for them its not really about nice guy and bad boy, but its all about the 'better better deal'
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.
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.