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.
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.
Seems to me, more to do with trust and respect than money. If she trusted and respected him, she wouldn't had stolen his dough.So let me get this straight.
You broke up with your girlfriend because of 25 dollars misunderstanding? After walking out like a wuss instead of confronting and dealing with the situation?
If this is the only reason for the breakup, you have bigger problems than being 25 dolars short.
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.
That's about it.costs me a hundo to let this one go nice and quiet
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.
Only cost ya 100 bucks.. . that's a steal as far as I'm concernedShe disrespected you. If you want to keep hitting it do so. Just no money for her and do not make her a priority. Start looking for other women.
This experience was not bad. You learned an awful lot.
True. I wish some of my past women only cost me 100 bucks to learn they sucked.Only cost ya 100 bucks.. . that's a steal as far as I'm concerned
How long were you seeing her?Well...no update really. But she has not reached out to me at all. So...just a case study on this scenerio.
Either its pride or arrogance. Or a complete con job on me emotionally and physically.
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.
It wasn’t about the money. It was about the lack of respect.Kind of reminds me of marriage in a way. If you can't afford to lose the $30, don't let someone else have access to it.
Sounds like it was about both.It wasn’t about the money. It was about the lack of respect.
I'm thinking the latter, look we established she doesn't respect you, she effectively stole from you, then ghosted.Well...no update really. But she has not reached out to me at all. So...just a case study on this scenerio.
Either its pride or arrogance. Or a complete con job on me emotionally and physically.
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.