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.
If he doesn't want to be with the mom anymore, that's fine. It sucks for the mom, but there's nothing necessarily morally wrong with it. Sorry, but shacking up with the stepdaughter is morally repugnant. There's plenty of other fish in the sea to choose from.MatureDJ said:
It may not be mental illness, but there is something wrong with this scenario. The daughter can find a good-looking guy her age or another sugar daddy. The stepdad can find another girl with daddy issues to dote on. Some things you just don't do.samspade said:
Findog said:
No. That's far off the mark in my opinion. I think she's legitimately trying to understand the daughter's motivation and has just written the man off as a creep. The first thing that came to my mind was Woody Allen.
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.
I'm tempted to quote law of power #5. So much depends on reputation. Guard it with your life.mrRuckus said: