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.
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.
She's going into real estate and will soon be making 6 figures or more, in a world filled with several billion people who are going to spend their lives performing manual labor, in exchange for f-cking pennies. This is a tragedy on par with The Two Corys becoming multi-millionaires in their 20s, only to piss it all away on dope and floozies, by time The early 90s were upon us
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.
Incorrect. Most real estate agents fail. Most don't do very well. In the USA, real estate agents work strictly on sales commission and lack a base salary. If they don't sell anything, they don't get paid.o
She's going into real estate and will soon be making 6 figures or more, in a world filled with several billion people who are going to spend their lives performing manual labor, in exchange for f-cking pennies.
Agreed...perhaps she should change the type of man she is looking for and she would have better success25 is 'aged out'? She still looks very young and attractive too
As do most folks in every other profession. Getting licensed and qualified doesn't make you exempt from learning how the game is played, then acting accordinglyIncorrect. Most real estate agents fail. Most don't do very well
It was a little bit early in the morning when I replied and I wasn't thinking about the facetiousness. Good work on that as I re-read it now.In any event, the post you're replying to was facetious in nature. I keep forgetting that our cultural capacity to pick up on such things is dying out faster than the main cast of Pretty Little Liars's acting careers
Most real estate agents fail. Most don't do very well.
I would not recommend residential real estate as a career because of the commission pay structure. I'm amazed at how many people do it. There is high turnover in the field and that's predictable. Only a small percentage of real estate agents get the majority of the residential real estate sales. Knowing that, I would not want to make that career decision. Staying in bottle service in the short term and then finding something with a lower failure risk seems like a better life plan.As do most folks in every other profession. Getting licensed and qualified doesn't make you exempt from learning how the game is played, then acting accordingly
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.
Contact the gal in that video, and grace her with your wisdom, SW. She might FedEx you the key to her hotel room, as an expression of gratitudeI would not recommend residential real estate as a career because of the commission pay structure