You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
The discussion is about why there is so many views on this song, not on the merits of the song itself.
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.
There is no way to know that to certain, but I will say this. There are a number of female commentators on the video itself. Some of which have put comments about how sexy or pretty she is. They sound a bit queer to me, but I'm sure there are some straight ones too.
Like blue-pill Disney.
it is for dudes who never get out and mingle...
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.
Well, it is Pride month. Not too long ago, I think it was called Gay Pride month, but now they have to include all the other gender blending types and orientations. I also remember when I was younger, "queer" was considered a slur. Interesting how things change.
I don't agree with Pride month, but it is what it is. I already get shoved this agenda in my TV-shows and movies enough, (you might have a great TV-show like "The 100" for example, then some gay "moments" on there for that agenda, etc.... Take the recent HBO show Flight Attendant and how that is ruining an already interesting show, or even Jane the Virgin, etc...) and it's not nice to have things forced on you that you don't agree with.
