spesmilitis
Master Don Juan
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I am a Chemical Engineer.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Cool. Are you working or in school? I'm a Chem E senior.spesmilitis said:I am a Chemical Engineer.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
To tell you the truth, I've never thought about it. It's the position I hold with the company. It's the title they gave me. So maybe you're right.SmoothTalker said:kdnash82, can you explain the system down there? Up here engineering is a controlled profession, and you're only legally allowed to call yourself an engineer if you have the P. Eng designation which you earn by having an undergrad engineering degree and relevant work experience, then passing an exam, and some other little stuff.
It's like doctors. Just because you know a thing or two about the body, you're not a doctor unless you have a license.
Is anyone allowed to call themselves an engineer if they do 'engineering' work in the US?
Yeah here in the US, the term in engineer is used wayyy more loosely than in any other country. You don't need the PE cert to be considered an engineer here, only the work experience. You go to Europe and tell them you're an engineer and you don't have licensing, they'll laugh at you. For us guys in the US working tech, this probably not a good thing, but it is what it isSmoothTalker said:Is anyone allowed to call themselves an engineer if they do 'engineering' work in the US?
North America is goofy that way. Everyone calls themselves an engineer. As far as I'm concerned unless you have the iron ring you're no engineer.SmoothTalker said:kdnash82, can you explain the system down there? Up here engineering is a controlled profession, and you're only legally allowed to call yourself an engineer if you have the P. Eng designation which you earn by having an undergrad engineering degree and relevant work experience, then passing an exam, and some other little stuff.
It's like doctors. Just because you know a thing or two about the body, you're not a doctor unless you have a license.
Is anyone allowed to call themselves an engineer if they do 'engineering' work in the US?
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
It's the same here.SmoothTalker said:kdnash82, can you explain the system down there? Up here engineering is a controlled profession, and you're only legally allowed to call yourself an engineer if you have the P. Eng designation which you earn by having an undergrad engineering degree and relevant work experience, then passing an exam, and some other little stuff.
It's like doctors. Just because you know a thing or two about the body, you're not a doctor unless you have a license.
Is anyone allowed to call themselves an engineer if they do 'engineering' work in the US?
Working, graduated in June. I could offer one piece of advice to you, go to every company information session and at the end, ask for a business card. When you decide to apply for jobs, you'll then have contacts in the industry. Also, the sooner you interview jobs, the more likely you'll get a higher salary.Speculator E said:Cool. Are you working or in school? I'm a Chem E senior.
Loves it. Very hard though. And not for everyone. If I were you, I would look at the course descriptions for the required courses of all the science and engineering majors and see if you want to learn what they teach in those courses. Some of the course descriptions can be confusing, so let me know if you have any questions.Neubie said:I"m thinkin of studying chemical engineering, how you finding it?
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.