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.
Good quote.It's just reaffirmation that no matter how bleak things may get with these unfaith hoes out there, nothing is ever that bad in my life.
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 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.
So the trick or method, is to not be that fodder. Are you saying perhaps, that if a man has wealth that the AFCs let that get taken from them by a woman? Because that's not the wealth doing that. That's the guy being a d1ck.Confidence booster in some ways but when you know the score you understand you are beta provider fodder...
Of courseIn regards to women.
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.
This is why we spend as little as possible on women in the first month or two. Gold Diggers don't seem to care to hide it.You just have to be cautious. At some level you can never truly know whether some gold digger is using you for your money...this is why making money doing a job you hate just for women is idiotic.
I agree with you totally. I am also in that 10%, since I have a master degree in engineering and im working abroad in Norway atm. ( at age of 24 )It can be a confidence booster but it is not a fix for anything. It is really just a temporary band-aid.
Wealth buys you freedom and nice toys. What is important is that both things remind a man that it was his accomplishments and desire that led to their acquisition. That is where the source of pride and confidence comes from.
I'm not "wealthy" but am certainly in the top 10-20% of income earners for my age (26). I have a paid off car, retirement account in excess of my student loan balance (positive net worth), and my own place. It's just reaffirmation that no matter how bleak things may get with these unfaith hoes out there, nothing is ever that bad in my life.