sodamnsmooth
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Just looked at a girl that walked into an elevator, she smiled, I smiled and we started kissing. Crazy as hell
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.
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.
Did the same thing at a nightclub once (not in an elevator) and the guys I were with could NOT believe what I did. Alcohol can either be liquid courage or stupidity.sodamnsmooth said:Just looked at a girl that walked into an elevator, she smiled, I smiled and we started kissing. Crazy as hell
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
lol Man I wouldn't call any of this smooth.... But hey what do I know?old_skoolr said:Great thread, some real classics here,
im 21 talking to this girl who was 26 on fb
her: blah blah how old are you?
me: 21 urself?
her: im 26 :S
me: so? ur gna stop talking to me just coz im younger
her: (you can tell she was thrown off guard) no hun of course not, coffee soon?
got her number and slept with her on the first date
this ones abit childish but got to her real good
her: one of these days im gonna kill you
me: really?
her: yep, wherever u are in the world i will make sure i find you and kill you
me: wow......i never knew i meant that much to you
doesnt seem like much but the reality was she lost all power in the convo, and the fact i delivered it so simply like i wasnt even paying attention to what she was saying really got to her.....she went crazy red though haha
didnt get a chance to go out with her thoughanother regret.
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.