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.
Got ya, I was barbacking back then making basically nothing and there would be no way a bouncer would let me in between the ages of 18-22 even with a fake since I still get carded at 25 if I've got no stubble.
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.
I, like most guys in my 20s, was always on the lookout for some female companionship. By 28, I had finally reached a point apparently where self improvement efforts were putting me at a peak. But not long after that I started focusing on my career more heavily, which took up a lot of time. During that time I met a woman who was an LTR interest for me, and I've mainly been in LTRs ever since. Which is what I find most satisfying, personally.
I figured, I think that's great. as well. I'd be more partial to relationships down the road i'm sure.
Never have! Last night two girls pulled me and a bud aside and bought us shots.
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.
I relate to that and held that mentality for a while. Now i'm more eager to try these things it out in moderation. My self control is good so i'm not worried about heading south or self destructing. And as previously mentioned I see it as a challenge.
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American clubs? Rarely do I see anyone under 21 where i'm at, a handful of fake id's here n there. I started playing out at 16 with guys 20 or more years my senior, but being "with the band" felt different then going out on the town. Still feels that way now, but I play out way less.
Yeah USA, and like you I was a teen in a band (Jazz/R&B) with cats in their late 20s early 30s, so were the women that attended the gigs. Serious education but TBH I got past older women quickly, I simply carried that confidence into my endeavors with women my age.
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.
