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.
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.
and the problem with keeping the body and apartment clean is .....? Unless ur just trash, I dont see the gripe there, however, ..........................2c2bt said:There are straight meterosexuals, and there are gay meterosexuals.
I am straight, but I do keep my body and my apartment very clean. I don't really consider myself a meterosexual because when I hear the term, I think of guys with girly voices and gay demeanors.
Oh, so your talking about the RSD group huh? Lol, oh man, I'm gonna get flamed and I deserve it.Metrosexuals are guys who live in big urban cities talking on their cell phone all day,wearing pink shirts, flaunt their money, shop like a bunch of girlies, try to keep up with the trend in clothing, and have absolutely no idea of how to be a REAL MAN.
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.
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.
Dude, if you aren't a metro, then the word doesn't exist.MetalFortress said:I've been told I look metro (clean hairstyle, nice clothes) but I don't consider myself one. I mean, I can color coordinate almost perfectly, I can dress myself very well, I can dress girls very well (for some, almost better than they can dress themselves), I work out, I lay out when I get the chance, whatever. But I don't consider myself metro. My look is the "clean cut salesman" look.