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.
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.
By the way, I don't agree with his reasoning here. I am not hitting on every chick, and I am not out "hustling" the girls. But I can't say I attract "flocks of chicks" who "hit on me, touch me, and try to get me to ask them out". So whatever reason they are attracted to Pook, that is not the reason.For some reason, I tend to attract flocks of chicks. They hit on me, touch me, try to get me to ask them out (and I don't, heh heh). Other guys my age I talk to a few have had the same thing. We found out the reason why, as was summed up by what one girl told me:
"You're not like most guys. You're different, intelligent, and SEXIER THEN A GREEK GOD!"
OK, maybe she didn't say THAT. But she did say that I was different and not like most guys. Why? Because I WASN'T hitting on every chick. I wasn't out 'hustling' the girls.
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.
Pook said:OK, maybe she didn't say THAT. But she did say that I was different and not like most guys. Why? Because I WASN'T hitting on every chick. I wasn't out 'hustling' the girls.
Maybe it was a combination of his looks (Facial features,) the way he carried himself (Body Language) and the fact he never initiated. We are talking about women: they don't make sense.zekko said:By the way, I don't agree with his reasoning here. I am not hitting on every chick, and I am not out "hustling" the girls. But I can't say I attract "flocks of chicks" who "hit on me, touch me, and try to get me to ask them out". So whatever reason they are attracted to Pook, that is not the reason.
Pook is a very charismatic poster, and makes a lot of good points, but a lot of what he says I would take with a grain of salt.
It's never been about getting all the women, its about maximizing the quality and quantity of women.thexception said:It always makes me laugh how smug most "athletic" (and usually not very clever and/or spiritual) guys are. They think that ALL women are a unit with the same aesthetic tastes.
Well here's some news!
There are an estimated 3.5% women you will never get as they are Lesbian.
There are an estimated 1.2% women you will never get as they are Asexual (if you never heard of it google it)
There are at least 5% of straight women (of which I am one) that have non-mainstream, non-media induced tastes who you'll never have. Believe it or not there are non fat/ugly women who like the tall skinny geek/artist/musician type or that coy guy standing in the corner at the party playing with the dog.
You may say that these women don't count coz they are a minority but one of those skinny/quiet lovers may just be the perfect future wife for you and you wil NEVER have her LOL!
Dating tip: if you want to avoid the non-athletic lovers don't go for Literature/Fine Art grads. We are into skinny introverts.![]()
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
And if you're in shape, a lot more of these women who are the majority may just be the perfect future wife and the skinny introvert will NEVER have her LOL!thexception said:You may say that these women don't count coz they are a minority but one of those skinny/quiet lovers may just be the perfect future wife for you and you wil NEVER have her LOL!
glad to see you made a account just to post something that does not matter , capital LOL is something you do after you've made a point that would sting, none of this does .There's women all over the world who ill never have just because there to far from me , you think that bothers any of us ? hell no its a numbers game , even if it was as close as a 50/50 % difference , guess what id still work on being muscular because it leaves you more healthy of a person and confident seeing as your assuming its closer to 20/80 yeah , im still gonna play those odds tyvmthexception said:It always makes me laugh how smug most "athletic" (and usually not very clever and/or spiritual) guys are. They think that ALL women are a unit with the same aesthetic tastes.
Well here's some news!
There are an estimated 3.5% women you will never get as they are Lesbian.
There are an estimated 1.2% women you will never get as they are Asexual (if you never heard of it google it)
There are at least 5% of straight women (of which I am one) that have non-mainstream, non-media induced tastes who you'll never have. Believe it or not there are non fat/ugly women who like the tall skinny geek/artist/musician type or that coy guy standing in the corner at the party playing with the dog.
You may say that these women don't count coz they are a minority but one of those skinny/quiet lovers may just be the perfect future wife for you and you wil NEVER have her LOL!
Dating tip: if you want to avoid the non-athletic lovers don't go for Literature/Fine Art grads. We are into skinny introverts.![]()
cablecow15 said:glad to see you made a account just to post something that does not matter , capital LOL is something you do after you've made a point that would sting, none of this does .There's women all over the world who ill never have just because there to far from me , you think that bothers any of us ? hell no its a numbers game , even if it was as close as a 50/50 % difference , guess what id still work on being muscular because it leaves you more healthy of a person and confident seeing as your assuming its closer to 20/80 yeah , im still gonna play those odds tyvm
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.
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.