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.
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.
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.
Actually I get comments from a lot of people that I'm helping them, so before you accuse me of something, do us all a favor and take out that stick that is so far up your ass.Deus ex Pianoforte said:No you didn't, dude. I don't even know if you qualify as a troll, though...I mean, you got the post-per-day percentage and lack of usefulness on your side, but you're too obvious to really be considered undercover.
that was messed up man.reallyfreakinlost said:Actually I get comments from a lot of people that I'm helping them, so before you accuse me of something, do us all a favor and take out that stick that is so far up your ass.
Oh and by the way, that did happen, and I don't even know why I would make that up, I just yelled something, I didn't DO ANYTHING WITH THE GIRL. YOU FVCKING MORON, if I was bragging, I would say something like "I slept with Deus ex pianoforte's mom last night", but then again, I don't want to catch 193 diseases
Well sir, tell me, how is it messed up. Next time somebody accuses you of bragging, I'll be sure to tell you you're messed up.ValleyDJing said:that was messed up man.
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.
I have no problem with you defending yourself. but come on now...that was brutal. :crackup:reallyfreakinlost said:Well sir, tell me, how is it messed up. Next time somebody accuses you of bragging, I'll be sure to tell you you're messed up.
It's got you thinking about it hasn't it? Game, set and match to the girl.ziminxe79 said:I dont get it some girls wear thongs and then when they get something from the floor they put there hand back there!
udontknowme said:we wear thongs because they are more comfortable under pants. they dont get all bunched up and they don't leave lines. When we bend down, (since most of us wear the low rise pants because they are more comfortable and look better), the top of our underwear (thong) shows, so we cover it.
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.
I figured it would be for the same reason they cover the top of their shirt when they bend over to pick up something.ziminxe79 said:I dont get it some girls wear thongs and then when they get something from the floor they put there hand back there!
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.