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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Be glad we live in a world where fat, ugly, bastards can get some.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Totally right.Originally posted by jprjrjr
I don't think the standard is so high for women. You got fat bytches galore who get men, and think they're the shyt.
Put it this way; a fat ugly bytch in a bar will get some horny drunk bastard to hit on her eventually. You have plenty of decent looking guys going home alone because they "don't pass muster"
It always has been, and always will be easier for women to get sex.
Game equals options. Very good looks equals options. It's all about the demand thing. Economics 101 you knowOriginally posted by Visceral
Your "decent looking guys going home alone" were either outclassed by some genetic superman or outplayed by one of those "fat, ugly bastards" with killer game.
Anyway, it still proves my point that men [usually] don't win or lose based on looks the way women do, but do so based on their game, something learned instead of inherited.
You're also talking about those women who play an active role in getting the man involved with her ... this actually makes more of a difference than anything else - the mistress manipulator at work.