Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
Unless robots take those jobsAgree with man posting up above me... Architects get paid jack, there are no jobs out there for it either. Do anything else and you will be better off. I recommend you go to a trade school for something like becoming an electrician, plumber, or being an HVAC repair man. Blue collar jobs that are never going to go away. More hands on stuff for that training too, less about tests.
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.
Who said you have to provide for some broad?Yep,architecture.Main reason is I do a course with maths in it,and I fukin hate maths.Combine that with a sense of nihilism I feel knowing all this is to provide for some broad in future,it ****ing sucks.
But I'll try something better,not sure this manual jobs will do though.Im not in US,so I can't afford living like a hippie.I'll still need a 'good' job,you know.
Is this your passion and what you really want to do in life? Also, why are you failing exams, where you studying like you were suppose to?Chased out of arch -school for failing one too many exams.
Give up?![]()