I agree with you 100%. But some men go into AFC mode as they age. Many of those men used to be DJs too. Very sad the story on this thread...indeed.Francisco d'Anconia said:The wife of a work associate... I don't think that I'd even touch that one.
She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
I agree with you 100%. But some men go into AFC mode as they age. Many of those men used to be DJs too. Very sad the story on this thread...indeed.Francisco d'Anconia said:The wife of a work associate... I don't think that I'd even touch that one.
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.
Dude, you're scaring me. I don't worry about incontinence nor prostate cancer but the chance of reverting to AFC conditioning???!!! Whoa, that's some deep sh1t.... :nervous:Latinoman said:I agree with you 100%. But some men go into AFC mode as they age...
Thanks for giving them an explanation. I've yet to come across any poon that's worth putting my career and the ability to eat and pay the mortgage in jeopardy.Latinoman said:Let me be blunt as I sense most of the advice given to you come from people that don’t understand career dynamics.....
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.
Yea, with ANY interaction with women you have to weigh out the risk/effort vs reward.Francisco d'Anconia said:Thanks for giving them an explanation. I've yet to come across any poon that's worth putting my career and the ability to eat and pay the mortgage in jeopardy.
Latinoman said:Some points:
1) If this couple was into the "alternate lifestyle"...HE (not her) would have been the one approaching you with this.
2) Risking your career or professional reputation is AFC.
3) You are already experiencing one-itis.
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.