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 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.
The "power and domination" angle seems to come up a lot when talking about the game, I think it's deeply f*cked up... though you have to consider sociopaths are extremely effective in relationships since they have no qualms about targeting the vulnerability of others, and they aren't crippled by their conscience in their actions. To go further:"All relationships are about power and domination...basically its dog eat dog. Eat or be eaten." I asked her why she dated sociopaths if she wanted power. She said, "Good guys are too easy. They believe what you want them to believe within a week. So so boring and pathetic! Bad boys are arrogant, especially the sociopaths. They think no one can hurt them. Their fatal flaw is their impulsitivity and assumption that they are superior. I fix that. I destory them. I make sure they end up in prison. I become vulnerable and weak to lower their guard. I wait for them to say or do something illegal, then I make sure they go off to jail. They never know what hit them! Don't worry about me. Everything I do has a purpose."
http://thelastpsychiatrist.com/2012/04/why_we_love_sociopaths.htmlKotsko's thesis is that we love sociopaths because sociopathy is opposed to social awkwardness. Say you're in line at the store and some jerk cuts in front of you, on purpose, and for the sake of clarification let me observe he has a Celtic cross tattooed to his shoulder and he just had sex with your girlfriend. He's a different kind of person than you. He can do things you can't, do women you can't, he sees the world's rules differently, which specifically means he understands that there are no "world's rules," that rules are decided by those with power for their own benefit. After he cuts in line, he pockets a Milky Way bar because, well, because he got away with it. My grammar is correct: he can do it since he got away with it.
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.
oneboy21 said:How can she be a surgeon when has ADHD?
My mother was a special ed teacher for nearly 40 years.oneboy21 said:I dont really think so, she can have intensely focus on.
It's a primary source. You have to screen for it's possible value yourself -- and you're also well off not taking any article in a respectable media outlet at face value either.FairShake said:Are you guys really analyzing a post on Yahoo answers?
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.