MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
- Joined
- Apr 30, 2006
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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.
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.
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.
You sound like the guy that was the inspiration for the song, "I'm my own grandpa." :crackup:backbreaker said:i remember when i was younger, about 23 years old and i had just moved back to little rcok from florida and i went to a club downtown called the underground pub and i am in there doing my thing and i run into my step mom.
now, my step mom is closer to my age then my dad. she's 8 years older than me so at the time she was 31 (and my dad was 46). she had had one too many to drink. guys i would fvck the dog **** out of mys tep mom lol. she's like 6'1, very nice body, very beatiful woman, head turner when she walks int he room. she is all over me and she asks me to dance with her. you walk about awkard. part of me wainted to honestly rail her. my dad had just hit on my GF i was dating a few years ago and i still had issues wtih him over it i was thinking this is my one free fvck my step mom card lol. part of me was like dude you can't do this lol.
my friends were with me they were like dude. that looks just like gina (my step mom) i was like dude that IS gina lol.
she told me she would be rihgt back and you know how like when someone is touching you and they hold that hand for one second too long and slide it away, she gave me one of those. i was like oh **** lol. i dipped out lol.
i never have been able to look at her the same sense.