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.
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 wouldnt happen to live in laguna beach would you?Originally posted by Ian Gots Game
Brak dont f*cking post that sh*t.
I just got my date today. We aren't bf gf but we like each other. I gave her a hand mirror, with balloons and a note tied to it, saying: "Take a look at the beautiful girl i would like to take to homecoming" -Ian
My best friend made a HUGE sign, 16X30 feet and painted. "THESE WORDS ARE MY OWN... WILL YOU GO TO HOMECOMING WITH ME LOVE TREVOR" and put it up on the outside of the school where people walk in.
Another buddy made WANTED signs w/ a pic of her and her name saying something to the effect of "Surrendor yourself to Mr. Brady Jackson, the night of Sept. 17". He made like 75 copies and put them all over school.
Good luck
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.
That's probably what I'll do when/if I ask a girl to my Homecoming. As for Ian, that sounds almost "movie-like." It seemed to work for you, but like someone else said, at most schools, it would look odd. Even building a cake is a little overboard IMO.Originally posted by Wonderbread166
A cool way? Go up to her and ask her.
Oh, right, I forgot. You don't want to do that.
no worries. that was just a poor attempt at being funny by meOriginally posted by The Comeback Kid
Even building a cake is a little overboard IMO.
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.
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.