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I think she bounced after I found her twitter.
I thought she said she's not from America?
I thought she said she's not from America?
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.
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.
Not a chance in hell if we continue on this current path. We are already witnessing not just a halt in advancement but a regression. Western psychology is a (blue pilled) joke as it stands.Just_a_theory said:Psychology is an infant, and in 50 years time this whole thread would be considered primitive thinking.
Ha, funny that this particular view has just been aired; saw my ex for the first time after 15 months NC last week in a coffee shop with her new guy..... went into my local supermarket today, and her friends guy and his kid, and this new guy were in there....think that the new guy noted that I was there... in the queue on the way out, i saw the new guy bending down kindly to the friends child and we caught each others eye. He is the spitting image of me in build and eye colour (although rather swarthy coloured in skin) and has the same kindly eyes as myself....I kinda saw myself in him..... really strange........ I sympathise with him....he has yet to find out the hell which will be unleashed on him.......LiveFreeX said:BPD's hunt weak men. PUAs are almost all reformed captain save-a-ho's so thats why most of us have run into them. I had my own run in with a japanese girl in brazil, she was haywire.
I know a friend's mom who is a bpd, she is a nut and half... always stealing conversations and making them focused on herself, then crying or presenting drama and airing her dirty laundry to perfect strangers then swinging back to being an evil ***** to her mentally abused son and husband, then swinging back to being kinda and caring and crying then back again.... over and over.
My friend has some problems... this would be why.
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.
Maybe, maybe not. All I know is she really likes the "Report Bad Post" button.Malice said:I think she bounced after I found her twitter.
betheman said:this appears to be JAT
http://instagram.com/p/T1iShJgBnO/
http://instagram.com/p/SrRFPWgBrl/
I still dont believe her! no doubt she will be in heavy green soon
Boilermaker said:No offense - but she's not exactly "HOT as HELL".
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.
Your majesty, I humbly apologize...Rollo Tomassi said:TonyBaloney, you know I like you and you have some great input, but for the love of God will you please put an age on your profile if you're gonna post in the Mature Men's forum?
How long have you been a SoSuave member now? I don't like deleting your posts.
True words have been said here which I will not duplicate. I will just tell you about my situation. It may seem familiar to others, all or in part. Know that my wife has actually been diagnosed.Mauser96 said:I would like 5string to chime in on this - his wife is BPD, and she apparently is controlling it. Maybe I will send him a pm if I don't hear from him.
braddbradd80 said:My bPD ex-gf is still doing well with my replacement as far as I know and they've been together for going on a year and a half. In the last month we were together, the doctor put her on abilify. She almost immediately started acting like a normal human being, and from what I know she is still acting normal (much like 5string's wife) for this past year and a half.
She's been living with the new guy for quite a while. Mind you, when she wasn't on this effective medication and "acting normal" she was able to maintain a relationship for 3 years, so who know what the hell is really going on.
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.
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.