You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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.
Correction, its not possible for a MATERIALISTIC person to be poor and feel happy.Kerpal said:I don't think it's possible to be poor and feel happy at the same time.
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.
..or go live in/near princeton NJJulius_Seizeher said:The only people who say "Money can't buy happiness", never had any money anyway.
That is American B.S. Since when do Americans venture to third world villages? Tell me? When? They don't!! Those third world village people would risk their lives for a flat screen tv. Trust me. You go be a Somalian!n00bPimp said:Correction, its not possible for a MATERIALISTIC person to be poor and feel happy.
Have you ever been to isolated third world villages? Even tho in our terms they are poor, eveyone there is very peaceful and happy.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
I was born in Peru, so yes I have traveled and stayed at places like these. But I was too materialistic back then to appreciate it.BigJimbo said:That is American B.S. Since when do Americans venture to third world villages? Tell me? When? They don't!! Those third world village people would risk their lives for a flat screen tv. Trust me. You go be a Somalian!
Trust me. I have been to piss poor Ukrainian villages and seen how "happy" people are. NOT! The people in the ritzy areas of Kyiv with their $500,000 cars and penchant for fancy drinks seem a lot happier to me.
In saying this...after you reach a certain level of wealth more money DOES NOT improve how you feel. Basically, a typical male just needs a nice car, a nice tv, sports, a nice drink, and a young girlfriend who will give him his nice drinks while he watches sports. Reason my favorite place on earth is a country like Ukraine.
Words out of my mouth, talk about a false dilemma, this poll is the sort of crap Hollywood tries to spoon-feed us.Kerpal said:I don't think it's possible to be poor and feel happy at the same time.
Hollywood and real life have nothing in common. Remember that and you are above 95% of the people you are around.bigjohnson said:Words out of my mouth, talk about a false dilemma, this poll is the sort of crap Hollywood tries to spoon-feed us.
I choose option #3, rich and happy.
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.
That's bc they know themselves better than we do, that they are perpetually unhappy, so might as well have money for the rest of their sad, sorry lives.n00bPimp said:By the poll it seems very clear that most people would rather be poor and happy.
Here's somehting I found very interesting, when I aksed this same question to the women at my job ( i work around mostly women) 4 out of 6 said they'd rather be rich and unhappy.
This shows how different women are from us.
All that's clear is that you don't know how to make a decent poll. "Well ****, would I rather be happy or not?"n00bPimp said:By the poll it seems very clear ....
It's actually worse than that. It's a case of making up two stupidly simplistic and essentially impossible situations and then pretending they make sense and THEN trying to discuss them thoughtfully. Hmmmm. Well, hmmmm.San Jose California said:Finally ...
Emperor of Jupiter. Molasses tastes horrible.bigjohnson said:"Which would be better, to be made of molasses or to be emperor of Jupiter?"
Well sh*t, let me ponder which I'll choose.
Its just a poll, there are bigger things in life to waste emotion over.bigjohnson said:All that's clear is that you don't know how to make a decent poll. "Well ****, would I rather be happy or not?"
Idiotic. Really. It's the sort of question a media douchebag would ask.
Why not ask something really interesting instead of fluffy baby-diaper diarrhea like this, if you have to ask anything at all?
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.