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.
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.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Credos said:I was drunk out of my mind because of this crazy party. I go to the next bar alone and thought to try and pickup some women. Test some new openinglines me and my mates found funny.
I go up to this girl, I show her my index finger and my middle finger and ask her: Why do girls masturbate with these two fingers?
she goes: Dude wtf, get away from me creep!
me: because they're mine
she: *slaps me*
I turn 90 degrees towards her girlfriend:
me: hi
she: *creeped out*
me: If I was a watermelon, would you eat my seed?
She: *slaps me on the other cheek*
Alwayse good times with good pickuplines...
Bah I hate women with no sense of humor, but it was probebly because I stinked like beer that they instantly lost intrest, let alone how wasted I was... When I returned to the party both my cheeks had a red handform in it, my mates couldn't stop laughing when I told them I field tested the lines and that they work!
Hahaha, they think that of Latinos too; I'm Latino myself. :crackup:SharinganUser said:A girl I took home from the bar got into a slap fight with a hobo. Then this Austrian guy who was with her friend started freaking out and kept shouting, in his Arnie accent "We must get outta here! More are coming! The Chinese they do not fight alone!" .
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.
My thread came back to liiiife, haha!WhitePimp said:I broke up with a girl. At a wedding reception. On Valentine's day.
She was bawling in the reception hall, completely causing a scene, whilst all the women were consoling her and glaring at me like I had just sent their loved ones to Bergen-Belsen (to be fair, she was flirting with a bartender a few nights before to make me jealous, and I just lost all interest in her after seeing that, so the breakup was warranted I think).
I said I'm sorry to everyone, had to leave early (all the guys were cheering/clapping for me btw, LOL!), and then the psycho refused to get in the car to leave. I basically started to pull away without her, but she ran to the door and got in when she realized I was going to leave her there.
The car ride home was about an hour and she was screaming at me the whole time, calling me a pvssy, loser, etc. while crying. Meanwhile, I was grinning internally and just saying "okay, sure, whatever, etc." She starts messing with my iPod and I'm scared she's going to throw it out the window so I take it from her and put on the radio. Then Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" comes on and she fvcking loses it, crying. Of all the goddamn songs that could've played it had to be that one. I threaten to call the cops on her because she's not getting out of my car when we get back to her house, and we eventually part ways.
I proceed to get psycho texts from her for the next few months (she also staged a fight with some dude outside my job to get my attention, WTF!?). Last I heard, she was with some real old dude who looks like a crackhead. Sucks too. This girl was gorgeous, just unfortunately insane.
My thread came back to liiiife, haha!WhitePimp said:I broke up with a girl. At a wedding reception. On Valentine's day.
She was bawling in the reception hall, completely causing a scene, whilst all the women were consoling her and glaring at me like I had just sent their loved ones to Bergen-Belsen (to be fair, she was flirting with a bartender a few nights before to make me jealous, and I just lost all interest in her after seeing that, so the breakup was warranted I think).
I said I'm sorry to everyone, had to leave early (all the guys were cheering/clapping for me btw, LOL!), and then the psycho refused to get in the car to leave. I basically started to pull away without her, but she ran to the door and got in when she realized I was going to leave her there.
The car ride home was about an hour and she was screaming at me the whole time, calling me a pvssy, loser, etc. while crying. Meanwhile, I was grinning internally and just saying "okay, sure, whatever, etc." She starts messing with my iPod and I'm scared she's going to throw it out the window so I take it from her and put on the radio. Then Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" comes on and she fvcking loses it, crying. Of all the goddamn songs that could've played it had to be that one. I threaten to call the cops on her because she's not getting out of my car when we get back to her house, and we eventually part ways.
I proceed to get psycho texts from her for the next few months (she also staged a fight with some dude outside my job to get my attention, WTF!?). Last I heard, she was with some real old dude who looks like a crackhead. Sucks too. This girl was gorgeous, just unfortunately insane.
I have no idea why she'd want to make me jealous. Psychopathy perhaps? We were out with my friends at a bar, and one of my friends comes up to me and says "the chick you're here with is flirting with the bartender, and it looks like she's trying to get his number"...I look over and there she was doing exactly that. I just lost all interest in her then and there to be honest. We weren't even dating that long, but still, my feelings just emptied for her after that. No regrets. I'm glad I crushed her.Robyn923b said:My thread came back to liiiife, haha!
Incredible story White Pimp. Definitely one of the top five in this thread!
Why did she want to make you jealous though? breaking up with someone over flirting sound a little over-reacting.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.