http://en.nothingisreal.com/wiki/Why_I_Will_Never_Have_a_Girlfriend
What a seething mass of misdirected time/energy! :crackup:
What a seething mass of misdirected time/energy! :crackup:
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.