spesmilitis
Master Don Juan
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I am a Chemical Engineer.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Cool. Are you working or in school? I'm a Chem E senior.spesmilitis said:I am a Chemical Engineer.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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?
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.