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'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.
Tough call, and a number of questions must be answered before I make my decision:Was that an AFC thing to do, or a DJ thing to do? Why?
So is it AFC or DJ to have a brain disorder????'Actually, if I remember right, Van Gogh mailed the ear to a prostitute. And he had a brain disorder, which might have had something to do with it.
Answer that question, and the mysteries of this site will stand revealed to you.Originally posted by Kaine
So is it AFC or DJ to have a brain disorder????'
I have a brain disorder and I'm not in pulling the chicks. I guess it's AFC to have a brain disorderOriginally posted by Giovanni Casanova
Answer that question, and the mysteries of this site will stand revealed to you.
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.
wow u redeem yourselfOriginally posted by Marcopolo
Actually, it depends on the specific brain disorder. Generally speaking, people with APD or NPD (sociopaths) are top PUA's. So good in fact that they can be abusive and the women will stay with them, and some of them are even so good they can con women out of their life savings. Ted Bundy is another excellent example of a psychopath with top notch PUA skills. Of course, he used his skills to strangle women to death instead of to sleep with them like a normal PUA would.
Hmmmm... That sounds fun.Of course, he used his skills to strangle women to death instead of to sleep with them like a normal PUA would.
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.
I am such an AFC. Now does me agreeing with your statement make me AFC or DJ?Originally posted by m4a1
A true DJ doesn't contemplate if something is DJ or AFC, and the fact that Giovanni Casanova made this topic shows that he's AFC, and if you disagree with this statement, then you're also AFC, no doubt.
Read the bible.
It makes you an rAFC. lol.I am such an AFC. Now does me agreeing with your statement make me AFC or DJ?
Thank God. I'm recovering.Originally posted by m4a1
It makes you an rAFC. lol.
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.