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'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.
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.
That's interesting, since I'm sure I remember you saying that feet were ugly, and that's why women were so interested in shoes. Protesting too much, perhaps?I must say I’m one of those guys. I can’t fathom why some of us are that way. But in fact, it’s impossible for me to fathom how a guy would NOT be attracted to women’s feet.
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 said that I read an article where women describe their feet as their least favorite body part, and hence I theorize that since they don't like feet in general, anything that dresses them up or covers them is going to be seen as highly desirable, and that's why they love shoes so much.That's interesting, since I'm sure I remember you saying that feet were ugly, and that's why women were so interested in shoes. Protesting too much, perhaps?
Anyway, I've never been one to have a foot fetish. But there is something about a woman's bare feet that suggests nudity, so it can be appealing. I like if a girl has small feet, if a girl has big feet it's not very feminine. And even though I'm not a foot person, compared to men's feet, women's are very attractive. If a girl has ugly feet, it's off putting though.