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.
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.
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.
Exactly...Originally posted by Alpine
You need to focus on finding what you want to do. The airforce could be the best thing or the worst, you gotta know what job you want to do.
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.
-Bounty hunter (although you can still be sued for shooting someone)Originally posted by McKindley
If you do stuff like infantry all that does is set your life back a few years and once you get out you realize you have no applicable job skills (unless you can get a job shooting people).
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.
Originally posted by McKindley
In my mind there are only three acceptable reasons to join the military:
1) You plan on making it your career
2) You enter to learn a job skill that can carry you through the rest of your professional life (pilot, some sort of mechanic)
3) You are gung-ho about protecting your country and feel that you HAVE to join
(free college isn't included in my list because if you have half a brain you can get college for relatively cheap)
If you do stuff like infantry all that does is set your life back a few years and once you get out you realize you have no applicable job skills (unless you can get a job shooting people). I don't say this not knowing what I'm talking about. Everyone I've worked with who was in the military doing things like infantry regretted it because once they got out they realized they have NO job skills.