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.
Lol...sounds like me minus the tattoos, accessories and spiked up hair....I still listen to plenty of early 2000s and late 90s pop music...as a matter a fact I was listening to Britney Spears oops I did it again while taking a dump the other day lol haha.
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.
Yes.
For the past 70 or so years, "acting your age" in your 40s and 50s means means developing male breasts, going bald, becoming diabetic, and being poison dripped by an ugly/fat wife. If you're fit, stylish, have your hair, maybe drive a nice car, and you insist on still running through women half your age, it's somehow seen as a sign of immaturity or insecurity, which is just absurd. All the shame is just coping from men who have let themselves and all their dreams go and have somehow convinced themselves that having man boobs is normal.
You're certifiably "there" then, no less so than a 60something gal who began using her preferred pronouns, the day after Trump was elected in '16
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.
That might be true in some cases but I think the problem with your assertion is that you're using conformity as a standard instead of an individual's relationship with reality.
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.
No my man, this is called the Mid-Life Crisis.
So is that your opinion or are you confident enough to state this as a fact?
I don't get into debates, they are pointless.
