She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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 don't know Rollo, you'd have to always stuff something into her mouth to keep her from expounding on her vast knowledge.Rollo Tomassi said:
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.
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.
Where's my suitcase? I'm outta' here! :nervous:Ace of Flames said:A true representative of America.
Please take me with you. I'm afraid.Francisco d'Anconia said:Where's my suitcase? I'm outta' here! :nervous:
Having all multiple years of posts in one account without any bans is my real achievement.Ace of Flames said:Please take me with you. I'm afraid.![]()
On a completely unrelated note: Francisco... your post count is... wow. I mean, jeebus dude, when did that happen? The posts, they're like bunnies! :cheer:
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 wouldn't think that to be so hard. I've done the same.Francisco d'Anconia said:Having all multiple years of posts in one account without any bans is my real achievement.![]()
The thing about the survey is that it only included 500 or so young adults (18-24yo) at random. Not quite a balanced sample in my book. Also, they didn't say whether "Americans" actually meant citizens or was it just people living in this country regardless or their nationality.Stuntmann said:"A recent pole suggests that 5th of Americans can't locate U.S. on the world map. Why do you think that is?"
Because the United States is drawn differently on the world map, than it is on the map of United States. It looks different. Daaaa!!
Francisco d'Anconia said:The thing about the survey is that it only included 500 or so young adults (18-24yo) at random. Not quite a balanced sample in my book. Also, they didn't say whether "Americans" actually meant citizens or was it just people living in this country regardless or their nationality.
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.