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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Exactly. Though affection only works if I like the girl enough. Good enough to be a GF and I welcome the affection.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:I enjoy women for their superficial outer qualities such as sex and affection and not their wicked hypergamous sociopathic inner core.
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.
That's what I think, they make a great balance. Yin and yang and all that. I certainly enjoy their company. A lot of the younger guys here complain that they can't talk about sports or whatever with women. But men can be annoying too.LorenzoVonM said:Love women and love their company. I think feminine energy is a great balance to the masculine.
It's no surprise that the most attractive women are taken. I think Backbreaker said something to the effect that by the time you get into your 30s, all the first rounders have been snatched up, and that makes a lot of sense. The most sexy, fun, and beautiful women aren't going to be on the market long before they get snatched up. Chances are, you aren't the first guy to notice them.Warrior74 said:The women who's company I enjoy would not be enjoyed by my penis and vice versa. The rare time we both would enjoy her, she's married or with someone.
I have a theory that men tend to grow to prefer women's company as they get older. No proof here, just a theory, I'd like to see what others think of it.Zarky said:All my friends except one are women. Most are ex-girlfriends LOL
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
PairPlusRoyalFlush said:I enjoy women for their superficial outer qualities such as sex and affection and not their wicked hypergamous sociopathic inner core.
Guys, see a shrink. I'm serious.Scormus said:Exactly. Though affection only works if I like the girl enough. Good enough to be a GF and I welcome the affection.
That core is repulsive to me.
I feel the same as this, which is a nice place to be imo.backbreaker said:I enjoy my wife's company she's very light hearted and always upbeat. she puts me in a pretty good mood more times than not.
Yeah, until I met my current girlfriend, I thought that *****iness was just a trait that all women shared. But she is probably the most laid back, mellow person I've even known, male or female.backbreaker said:I enjoy my wife's company she's very light hearted and always upbeat. she puts me in a pretty good mood more times than not.
It's hard to be crazy about that idea, true. Seems to be part of the equation though. There's nothing to be done about it, so it doesn't really bother me. And I also never allow myself to be totally invested. I always figure if I lose a girl, there's always another one waiting to take her place.PairPlusRoyalFlush said:Personally, I'm not "im love" with the idea that I could be emotionally invested in an opposite sex that will often leave me if I lose my job I.e. kick me when down.
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.
I had to think about this question. I enjoy being around women who behave like adult women and have good demeanors, femininity and grasp on life and its hardships. A feminine, real woman is great to have around provided she isn't completely physically repulsive. The second I start seeing the gossip, insecurity, male shaming (omg he's a CREEPER), loudness/crudeness, self-centeredness and cattiness fly around, I'm turned off pretty fast and would rather be alone or spend my time with more worthy people.Scormus said:Seems I am in that camp now. Acting my way through dates, I only need them for what's between their legs.
Its the right head.WoodB said:, I tend the often think with the wrong head. Damnation!)
On second thought, you're right on the mark!Scormus said:Its the right head.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.