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 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.
potato is that you?Mee said:Are you sure about that? In America today, women face a lot of pressure to have big breasts. Hence, if the ladies lost weight, the boobs will go as well. I'm slim and wish I was overweight.
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.
Its like the polar opposite of Anorexia or Bulimia. Fat isn't sexy, not will it ever be, its not natural.Vladimir Horowitz said::crackup:
Honestly, I think a lot of people feel like they'll never lose weight, so they might as well accept their body for what it is and be happy. I remember one post about some guy standing in line at the supermarket and some fat chick started talking about how disgusting thin girls are and said that "He wanted a woman with some meat on her bones, right?!" These are probably the women wearing daisy dukes and little tank tops, constantly having to tuck their cellulite-riddled rolls back into their tight clothes. Some are just delusional, I guess.
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.
*puke*DJDamage said: