When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
All I governments take, I agree with that. However, there is a difference between a) taking money to spend on things that we all need and benefit from, like national defense, law enforcement and infrastructure and b) giving money to those who refuse to work. The latter is socialism; the former is not.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
I guess the USSR wasn't socialist then, since it was illegal to not have a job if you were able to work.
USSR was the ultimate manifestation of socialism. Virtually no gap between the rich and the poor. Everyone earned basically the same income, no matter if you were a doctor or a garbageman. Money didn’t matter much (because you couldn’t buy sh!t with it anyway). Everyone had a job but no one tried to do a good job. Free medicare for all but you get what you pay for. Everyone’s drunk all the time because hey, why wouldn’t you be? And the only people who actually had a decent life were the bureaucratic elite.
That's not what you said though.
So what?
Didn’t Bush get arrested for drunk driving?
If she keeps US out of pointless wars, doesn’t govern on a whim, doesn’t invade countries on fabricated evidence, doesn’t go hunting and shoot other people, she be as Native American as she wants.
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.
Not saying it’s right or wrong.
Yeah, but you go to Jail for impersonating a police officer don't you? a felon. How much more so should this woman go to jail for gaining taxpayer (Harvard or whatever is state and federally funded) money for claiming to be an Indian? She's a fraud. This ALSO shows how there's no such thing as "White Privilege" anymore but the direct opposite.
The state pretended to pay them so they pretended to work ...
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.