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.
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.
Are you 15?Last Man Standing said:Hors are "Hor"-ny!!!! differentiate!!!!!!!!!! Girls/women are not "Hor-ny" it is when only they become hors (non-virgins) the the hors become "Hor" ny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
Trapper said:are they?QUOTE]
YES, welcome to the world of being a player, theres moroe horny girls out there than you think! - you just need to put them in that state
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Shut up already. Goddamn you're annoying!Last Man Standing said:Hors are "Hor"-ny!!!! differentiate!!!!!!!!!! Girls/women are not "Hor-ny" it is when only they become hors (non-virgins) the the hors become "Hor" ny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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.
Last Man Standing said:My mother was married and thus she cannot be a hor -- she was not horny - it is her duty as a wife to bond with her husband and make a close spiritual connection through sex! How else are we to procreate and keep humanity in existence if not through sex?
I don't think you are sick of me - I think you and others are sick of truth -- I don't take it personal!!!
If you ever have kids, I already feel bad for them.Last Man Standing said:My mother was married and thus she cannot be a hor -- she was not horny - it is her duty as a wife to bond with her husband and make a close spiritual connection through sex! How else are we to procreate and keep humanity in existence if not through sex?
I don't think you are sick of me - I think you and others are sick of truth -- I don't take it personal!!!
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.