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.
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
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.
No chance. For me, I'd be a vocel if this was my only option. I never understood how men can date or have sex with women they do not find sexually appealing.Yes, this is realistic actually
you can but it will be numb and depressingPeople this size are the reason why the health system in the US is all messed up. Her size, some say, will be come the "average" size within the next 10 years. As for the bro, flowers? Really? I cannot see how a fit man, or a man with a normal BMI would date that.
Amazing how far we've fallen as a society.
No chance. For me, I'd be a vocel if this was my only option. I never understood how men can date or have sex with women they do not find sexually appealing.
You did it for me. The reality is he was being conscientious, which is a good trait to have, but then politely bowed out.He got out by telling her he was her distant cousin. Broke up with her at an aquarium. Why, oh why, did I squander 5 minutes of my life looking that up?!
I'm on the fence about whether this is all scripted or not because her reactions do seem genuine.
Actually, I think it has more to do with the insurance companies.People this size are the reason why the health system in the US is all messed up.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
entitled b1tch frameShe notes up front that he’s not normally the type of guy she would date.
In other words, SHE is cutting HIM some slack and “taking one for the team” by going on a date with him.
Nice, huh?
she probably wants fat guyShe notes up front that he’s not normally the type of guy she would date.
In other words, SHE is cutting HIM some slack and “taking one for the team” by going on a date with him.
Nice, huh?
Not necessarily. If people took better care of themselves, then the costs of diabetes t2, high bp, heart attacks, thyroid, etc would be much lower. The the insurance issue has more to do with OfailureCare than the insurance companies. Mine has skyrocketed since that stupid law was passed.Actually, I think it has more to do with the insurance companies.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.