SeymourCake
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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.
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.
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.
Interesting theory. Sources?All our DNA is is the history of our diet, our parents diet, and their parents diet, all the way back through history, with a diminishing return on some traits and other traits that carry over. In other words, if we start eating better, we improve our DNA.
This is sort of true, but what really happens is, as you get better looking, you get rejected by better looking women. Sure, you could have stayed with that fat girl who dumped you when you were fat, but you didn't.Looks define the level of your game
If you are tall, handsome, ripped you can be poor or needy and still bang chicks but if you short or ugly you can not be poor or needy.
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.
lol. It's crazy how since I increased my SMV (still on it, but made big changes) I have zero to little interest in the girls I thought I would go for. Like, I can get many IOI by one of those girls but I'm like "meh..."This is sort of true, but what really happens is, as you get better looking, you get rejected by better looking women. Sure, you could have stayed with that fat girl who dumped you when you were fat, but you didn't.
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.
this. Sometimes I get IOI from hotties I would never have thought would even be interested in me, sometimes I'm a ghost. Why? Well, clothes choices, maybe the beard-level (I mean days without saving), a rebel hair that day. Lots of variables. So the thing is, stablish the most high base SMV that you can, and try to not worry that much about the variables in a particular day, because there's little you can do.Even if you get your diet right and work out and get really good looking and learn how to dress, you will still have some days where you are a 8 or 9 and some days where you are a 6 or 7. Some women will insist that you always be an 8 or 9. That is, they meet you and have love at first sight when you are a 9, and you make it through a few dates, but they dump you the moment they see you be a 7. It will start out as something so small. Their friend who originally loved your tie now says your tie looks crooked, and you're done.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.