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.
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.
She is either a sociopath or psychopath. I have enough life experience with both to know that much, but I can not pinpoint which she would be. Maybe more psychopath because they tend to be in high up positions, where as sociopaths tend to be the ones who work sh|t jobs and can barely hold one of those. But she could one, the other, or maybe some of both. Once you figure out how sociopaths and psychopaths operate, life looks completely different. I could post mounds of my experiences and observations about these people that have been or are in my life. It's really scary, even to a strong man like me.posted this one on twitter. She very well could be an honest to God sociopath.
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.