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.
I'd suggest that the above is not 'biological' but a residue of the old culture [middle class bourgeois], which itself was a secularization of the old religion. It is a cultural conflict at play, competing narrative forces, within your own psyche.
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.
Honey, might I interest you in some home decor?
Soooo true. They have conditioned us to not give a fu*k. I keep telling women, players are not born...they are made. Being flaked on, ghost and rejected turns the most idealistic of men into womanizers and "jerks".
Ironically, the tightest vagina I have ever sampled was in Amsterdam; this gal knew how to control her muscles (she told me how she has worked on them!) - like a freaking vice grip!