Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
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.
Was too bust watching Breaking Bad at the time.San Jose California said:Uh, guys, this thread is getting dangerously close to the amount of replies my thread has, that i made about Breaking Bad, 5 months ago... not fair
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=185985
Serialized3 said:skyler is hot for a 40something chick
I don't know, the scene where Jesse comes to terms that he's the bad guy selling meth to the people in rehab was pretty intense.San Jose California said:I thought it was pretty gay, how, when Jesse was at the drug meeting where Gus handed him a gun, and Jesse made coffee, how after Jesse finished smoking the cigarette outside, he dropped it on the ground and then put it out with his foot. I mean, dude, this is a meth meeting, none of gus's henchmen security guards are gonna care about not being pollution friendly, and he's around a bunch of dirt so nothing will ignite because of the cigarette. He should flicked it a good distance or something and looked cool, considering this.
That scene is rather crappy, right up there with "if you could kill me... I'd already be dead!"
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.