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.
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.
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.
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.