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.
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.
where do you work?SayWord? said:I think it depends on your work emvironment.
Anyway, I do it cause I don't give a damn
I work at sears in receiving. I also do promotions in chicago. I do the flirting in sears. I don't really have time to do the flirting thing during promos; too busy and I'm trying not to embarras the person who put me on with the job.verysuave said:where do you work?
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.
Same here, why would you give a damn anyway?SayWord? said:I think it depends on your work emvironment.
Anyway, I do it cause I don't give a damn
Refer to my last postdrtk said:Same here, why would you give a damn anyway?