Meet a woman three times by “coincidence,” and she will start to believe it’s destiny.
“Hey? You again?” She laughs in surprise. The third time she sees you—this time at the café entrance. You smile back: “What a coincidence. Again.” Soon, you both order drinks and naturally sit down to talk.
But this isn’t random. You already know her routines—where she goes on Wednesdays, which brunch spot she loves on weekends. You don’t force interaction, but keep the right distance and rhythm to create three “chance” encounters.
For women, three is a mystical threshold: once feels like chance, twice like a question, but three times feels like fate. After the third, you’re no longer a stranger. You’re the person destiny keeps putting in her path. She begins to ask herself: “Are we meant to be?”
Psychology calls this the mere exposure effect—familiarity breeds liking. Repeated contact (three times) moves her from stranger → familiar → open-hearted.
But remember: this is not stalking. It is careful observation and respectful timing. It creates the illusion of destiny, not pressure. Let her believe she just happened to “bump into you,” not that you staged it. That illusion may be the perfect beginning.