I don't participate in potato-sack races for homosexual pedophiles, so I wouldn't know. Go find a Catholic priest.Macca said:Oh really??? What a tw@t statement!! Did it not occur to you that the boys start on the men??? Nonce!!:nono: :nono: :cuss:
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.
I don't participate in potato-sack races for homosexual pedophiles, so I wouldn't know. Go find a Catholic priest.Macca said:Oh really??? What a tw@t statement!! Did it not occur to you that the boys start on the men??? Nonce!!:nono: :nono: :cuss:
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Haha, jokes.From what I understand is that you're the class loser. You're supposed to get picked on.
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.
Fundates is probably laying in his own pool of blood right now!!fundates_2k7 said:I dont know who this little freshman is but some lilttle kid for the last 2 days has been getting on my nervous his in my gym class.And has been constaly saying names and tried to push me today,now that had me piss and I want to whoop his ass.I mean he looks like his 12 years old seriously his real short and small yet he makes people laugh and everyone seem to like this little punk ass kid who makes inmature childish jokes.
I dont if his contuie to act like this but I want to beat his ass
I cant believe how people would laugh or talk to a kid who is loud and annoying
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.