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.
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.
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.
That is a keeper right ther man lol. Awesomesca_p said:I don't hit on other girls anymore because I have a girlfriend, but a lot of guys hit on her and she has some good stories. Once she was at IHOP or something and the waiter kept flirting with her. When he asked her how she wanted her eggs, she said "unfertilized", and when she left the tip she also left a condom on the table with a note "so, in the event that you get to talk to a real, live woman, you don't jizz on her pancakes."
Another time we were taking a walk through town and this guy starts hitting on her right in front of me (wtf), trying to be all suave, and she turned to him and said, "The only reason you approached me at all is because you think I'm hot. If I was ugly you wouldn't even look at me. You have no interest whatsoever in my personality and worth as a human being. And you have the nerve to think I'd leave my boyfriend of three years for you...so that makes you both shallow and arrogant. NO, I will not go out with you, NO, I will not sleep with you, YES, you can go away now." :crackup:
God, I love her.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:evasive said:some b.itch told me her number was 3
after a short conversation i asked her her phone number and the trick said 3
Awww, did the poor girl hurt your feelings? Do you need a hug??eko said:i said something like flirtacious to a girl (who always flirts with me like real hard) and she goes
"wow a little escandaloso? dont abuse our mutual flirting-ness. i don't like you that much"
then i just told her to go do it with some other tool. she never gets any guys. no wonder. i always knew she was really immature but i never knew how to like fix it.
All women are attention "vampires". It's your own damn fault for not escalating to see where you stand. It's like playing poker...if you just sit there scared and don't raise, you have no idea of how strong your hand is, so you just get suckered along in the pot until you either cave and fold or lose all your money and get beat.Heman6 said:hmm...don't have any bad flat out rejection stories. But I have dealt with a couple of attention craving *****es who just string you along and are vague in telling you were you stand. It's a complete waste of time, though not for them as their getting their fix; attention vampires.
Whatever. You can't get a disease by talking to them. Running game on strippers, for example, is a good exercise. 1) they're usually very attractive women so you get to deal with your sexual nervousness and 2) they're NOT going to hook up with you, they expect you to know that, so there's no "threat of rejection".MarkR said:This was not exactly a rejection - I was having a good time with a couple of girls only to find out that they were prosti$tues. I mean for real. It is actually my worst nightmare to hit on a prosti$tue, this is what makes me hesistant to approach.
Oh well, it was elementary school. Get over it. If I had a dollar for every time I was rejected at elementary school age, I could've retired by 6th grade. I can see where it'd hurt. Get over it.Crank_It_Up said:it was either first or second grade, I told this hottie I liked her and she said "just because you like me doesn't mean I have to like you". Reality struck hard... I felt bad for a day or two, after that, it wasn't so bad.
The more you approach, the better you can read these girls. I bet you'd be able to tell the next one you run into. I cold approached some girl at school. It was cool cause I got to work on my game, but then I went to a bar and saw her on the corner. ROFL. she told me not to tell anyone at school.MarkR said:This was not exactly a rejection - I was having a good time with a couple of girls only to find out that they were prosti$tues. I mean for real. It is actually my worst nightmare to hit on a prosti$tue, this is what makes me hesistant to approach.
LMAO!! :crackup: Sounds like you got a keeper theresca_p said:I don't hit on other girls anymore because I have a girlfriend, but a lot of guys hit on her and she has some good stories. Once she was at IHOP or something and the waiter kept flirting with her. When he asked her how she wanted her eggs, she said "unfertilized", and when she left the tip she also left a condom on the table with a note "so, in the event that you get to talk to a real, live woman, you don't jizz on her pancakes."