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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
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.
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The idiocy that's inherent in believing everything one sees on screen has ruined millions of lives, female and male alikeI was watching this, and it got me interested:
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.
There was a time when Rollo was writing in Plain Language, rather than emulating Feminist Theory's insatiable hard-on for communicating exclusively in opaque gobbledygook? I'm(pleasantly) astounded!!!We have discussed this topic before in detail. The thread below contains one of Rollo Tomassi's first posts on this forum and some of my own commentary.
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Effects of Sex and the City
This is just a general question and topic for debate. What kind of influence has Sex and the City been on women? Negative or Positive? I tend to think of the show as a televsion version of Cosmopolitan magazine. It just encourages women to over analyze men, and be even pickier and more...www.sosuave.net
I get it man, English is hard to comprehend.There was a time when Rollo was writing in Plain Language, rather than emulating Feminist Theory's insatiable hard-on for communicating exclusively in opaque gobbledygook? I'm(pleasantly) astounded!!!
One gets incomprehensible, when he stops writing like a down-to-earth human being (Here's RT in '04: "I refuse to allow my 6 year old daughter to watch Rugrats for exactly this dynamic. Every adult male character is ridiculed and emasculated. All of the fathers on the show are wimpy, house husbands and/or ridiculed directly or indirectly for being male. Every adult female character on the show is a pushy, controling, unrealistic superwoman that assumes a traditionally masculine role"), and starts trying really hard to sound like the smartest guy in the room, by dishing out incoherent babblings such as ("I’m not here to debate politics, but the gender landscape has undeniably, unignorably, altered in the two years since a hyper-masculinized man put down the bid of a hyper-gynocentrist female-supremacist woman for the presidency she believed she was entitled to.I get it man, English is hard to comprehend.