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.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Totally agree. If you eat clean 80-90% of the time you'll be ok.Espi said:
Shows it's all in the head.speakeasy said:
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.
I've been able to stop drinking soda because of the new flavored, no calorie, bottled waters that are out. I've found one that taste like Dr. Pepper and another that taste like Sprite, all is good with the world. As for my chocolate fix, I've found 90 calorie, 3g of carbs fudge pops that taste like a Wendy's Frosty (on a stick). Now I just need to find a substitute for Jelly Belly jelly beans...speakeasy said:
Yeah, I've heard about them too but after spending a few months researching it I hadn't found any substantial evidence of any of it being harmful. I wasn't searching Wikipedia either, I've checked with the AMA, NMA and the BMA. There hasn't been enough time to gather substantial information for an accurate study. I'll put it like this, there's more substantiated information about the bad additives they put into sports drinks. Oh well, we're all eventually die some day...speakeasy said:
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.