doesn't that mean then that the man sought out a woman who wanted to be beat?Metro3pilot said:to blame it on the man and whats wrong with him is way off .... people will seek what it is they are looking for ...
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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.
doesn't that mean then that the man sought out a woman who wanted to be beat?Metro3pilot said:to blame it on the man and whats wrong with him is way off .... people will seek what it is they are looking for ...
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You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
I guess that's it in a nutshell and they seek each other out ....doesn't that mean then that the man sought out a woman who wanted to be beat?
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 think that all domestic fights should feature this song playing loudly in the home while the fight is going on.Francisco d'Anconia said:Alright, I have to admit one thing; to this day one of my favorite songs is "Smack My B1tch Up" by Prodigy. :rockon:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=4677738144658096566&q=smack+my+*****+up&total=1426&start=0&num=10&so=0&type=search&plindex=0
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.
lol:crackup: :crackup:DjVelvet said:2 weeks ago, I had a big quarrel with my gf (We just broke up yesterday). She is one of thiose kind of girls whom will scream and YELL in the public and let everyone knows that she's being the innocent party.
She really pushed me to the very last point (& i mean really above my limit...) and i gave her a.... ONE... TIGHT... SLAP.... To shut her mouth. She punched me back in the eye. Swollen eye for 2 days.