Serenity
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To everyone else: I guess I spoke too much truth here...You're blocked now. Bye.
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.
To everyone else: I guess I spoke too much truth here...You're blocked now. Bye.
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.
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.
I will send them to you in private if you want. As long as you don't send them to anyone else.Pictures or it didn't happen
Neh. Im sure I can Google for that sh1t.I will send them to you in private if you want. As long as you don't send them to anyone else.
I have no idea why you did this to yourself. To impress hookers? WTF? What's your purpose in life? Is it just to bang paid for puzzy? Obviously, if you have this much money to blow on hookers and surgery, you have to have some brains. Have you considered getting your head examined by a professional? Not trying to be mean, just concerned about your well being. This is not normal male behavior. Who are you trying to get approval from? Strange b!tches who you have to pay to sleep with you? Come on man. You can do more in your life than this..Damn now the pain period starts. The anaesthetic has worn off and I'll be using lidocaine, Aleve, and/or Tylenol 4 for the next month while the bruising and swelling goes down.
I remember how bad the recovery period sucked last time. Why did I put myself through this again?
Oh yea...
To have a big, thick c0ck that makes girls say "Damn that's thick!"
I don't know enough about you for you to talk to me in such a personal manner.I have no idea why you did this to yourself. To impress hookers? WTF? What's your purpose in life? Is it just to bang paid for puzzy? Obviously, if you have this much money to blow on hookers and surgery, you have to have some brains. Have you considered getting your head examined by a professional? Not trying to be mean, just concerned about your well being. This is not normal male behavior. Who are you trying to get approval from? Strange b!tches who you have to pay to sleep with you? Come on man. You can do more in your life than this..
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.
That's your problem, not mine. Just giving you some creative advice. Advice is worth what you paid for it. Your choice on what you want to do with it.I don't know enough about you for you to talk to me in such a personal manner.
Well, that's a lie. You've responded in some of my posts over the last week or two.I never heard of you until 2 seconds ago.
I can't love myself if girls don't find me attractive because that means there's something wrong with me.No amount of plastic surgery, 10hb hookers, or money will make you happy if you don't love yourself.
Watch some videos by Eckhart Tolle or something about the pain body maybe it resonates with you.
I have nothing. My life is completely empty.Start to love yourself first, own your imperfections, and don't be so hard on yourself.
Feeling angry about the things you don't have/are will bring you more suffering.
Be grateful for everything you are and do have.
Women don't make you happy if you are not happy yourself.
Speedy recovery bro
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 is not true m8, you have a fat **** and walletI have nothing. My life is completely empty.
I don't remember posting that.That is not true m8, you have a fat **** and wallet
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.