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.
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.
I've noticed the same thing, but look at the bright side, it makes it easier to stand out and rise to the top.The other thing I have noticed is that MOST of the trades, doesn't seem to matter which, are all populated by fvck ups, losers, tards, sketchy drug addicts, alcoholics and ex-cons who can't show up for work or survive 10 minutes without a cigarette. Yet almost all of them will bow to a woman... wtf?
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
Another ****ing reason to get the **** out of this ****hole. I was looking at some companies to cold email and stumbled up this one company when I was looking at their teamYep, considering leaving again.
Just don't act like a pvssy and you'll be fine. Learn to carry yourself in a way that doesn't make you look like prey.Its not all bad, everything seemed to work out in the end, I picked up a new apprenticeship in a related trade and a new job with an older kraut twice divorced. That other business was electrical and 5 guys doing tech work, the office of course was run by a bunch of chicks with attitude, they were all fat and opinionated. I can't believe women talk like that to TRADE guys and those guys bend over and take it... Just hope working with sh1t doesn't include women.
The other thing I have noticed is that MOST of the trades, doesn't seem to matter which, are all populated by fvck ups, losers, tards, sketchy drug addicts, alcoholics and ex-cons who can't show up for work or survive 10 minutes without a cigarette. Yet almost all of them will bow to a woman... wtf?