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.
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.
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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.
And sometimes they cannot admit that someone is greater than them even if deep down they know it is true.They will also believe it when it's true.
Without a shred of observable evidence? Wait, this is you saying you think I believe you are greater than me? Get a full time job and lose your virginity first and then we'll talk.And sometimes they cannot admit that someone is greater than them even if deep down they know it is true.
You don't get along with anyone, do you? You're incidentally right about one thing. No one likes an a$$hole, but everyone does have a certain amount of respect for an a$$hole who backs it up.Without a shred of observable evidence? Wait, this is you saying you think I believe you are greater than me? Get a full time job and lose your virginity first and then we'll talk.
Evidence isn't strictly concrete. A lot of it has to do with the mindset or 'vibe' you give off.Without a shred of observable evidence? Wait, this is you saying you think I believe you are greater than me? Get a full time job and lose your virginity first and then we'll talk.
I learned what you mean by "allure" through my sister. I have a question though. How well do you get along with other women?I must say to @fastlife whom I admire and who I think has a tremendous amount of wisdom that yes...women worth having are indeed going to measure men one against another...and fast food fry cooks are not going to come out well in that analysis UNLESS (and this is a BIG unless) there is ambition and drive and purpose behind being a fry cook (e.g. he's a fry cook aspiring to manager or franchisee)...
Just like men constantly compare women's bodies, beauty and physical attributes, women compare a man's attributes as well.
A man like @bigneil may be stylistically arrogant to some, but there's an old saying...it ain't bragging if it's true. I find ballsy self confidence to be a very attractive trait...and I think both @fastlife and @bigneil display this, although the presentation is very different.
Hell I'm a woman and the thing I am most often complimented on is my allure. Allure on a woman is the feminine version of ballsy self confidence and it's a combination of "no give a sh1t", confidence, sex appeal and composure that you learn through loving yourself and actualuzing yourself.
Know thyself & love thyself. Never apologize for a life well lived.![]()
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
To answer your question @ImTheDoubleGreatest!I learned what you mean by "allure" through my sister. I have a question though. How well do you get along with other women?