She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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 didn't really like her personality either. My thoughts are that she might be good for a quick bang if I'm ever in the need.Originally posted by dragonrb
Take this as you want, it's just my opinion.
I think picking up girls online is too easy. And in my experience, when I get things too easily, the enjoyment of them doesn't last very long.
As for this particular girl, she seems extremely shallow. The only thing she seems to be interested in is what kind of car you drive or how much money you make. And finally, her intelligence seems to be rather diminished based on my analysis of the way she communicated in the IM transaction.
Though not exactly the same thing, her question about which car you drive reminded me of this scene from the movie "Swingers," where the AFC finally musters up the courage to approach a hot girl at a party, to which he is shot down immediately by her question: "what kind of car do you drive?"
That being said, if you manage to get this girl, you should exploit her for her money. She's apparently loaded anyways.
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.