You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
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.
How deep and insightfulOriginally posted by MVPlaya
Worry about how you live, not how you die. If his marriage is living like a beggar than his life is shit and he should find a new wife.
Try not to think of it in economical terms. After all, he will still have his own yearly earnings, he'll maybe split up the money earned already, but his future earnings are still (mostly) his, assuming he has no children. When you die, you die, what matters is how much you enjoyed it, not how much money you had in the bank, that is an ice cold thought to have. If he can have less money but live a happier life then that is what he should do. Not make more but live a depressed life (which living like a beggar implies). As Henry David Thoreau once stated, "That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest."Originally posted by Ice Cold
How deep and insightful
To find a new wife, he has to get rid of the old one and give her half his assets. You won't live like a king when they garnish 50% of your paycheck.
The solution is to stay single. Think about it - in a business world - would you invest in a single company all your life's work? Plus, if you want to buy the shares back, you automatically lose 50% of them.
Only a madman would invest like that. But men do it all the time.
Cheers
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.
Money is a big part of happiness man. If you've ever had to live on your own, you'd feel that.Originally posted by MVPlaya
Try not to think of it in economical terms. After all, he will still have his own yearly earnings, he'll maybe split up the money earned already, but his future earnings are still (mostly) his, assuming he has no children. When you die, you die, what matters is how much you enjoyed it, not how much money you had in the bank, that is an ice cold thought to have. If he can have less money but live a happier life then that is what he should do. Not make more but live a depressed life (which living like a beggar implies). As Henry David Thoreau once stated, "That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest."
Originally posted by Ice Cold
And you won't be happy if you bust your ass all day and give it all to the:
landlord
mechanic
insurance companies
government
wife
food
basic clothes
And in the end you're left with close to nothing. [/B]