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.
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.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
PrettyBoy Im surprised this girl has got you acting like this. You have slept with so many pretty girls and can get numbers and have sex like the back of your hand, when most guys on here can't even get a number, and this one girl has you wrapped around her finger?PrettyBoyAJ said:So we ended up arguing for over 3 hours last night. Going in circles because she felt like hanging up on someone would be totally cool and that I should be amped because her 13 year old brother got something stolen from him. Just because I am calm and I'm trying to get her to focus on her schoolwork instead of focus on a situation that is out of her control because of the distance.
FML guys. I'm feeling really down about this and I'm still mad. I checked her on every bit of disrespect though but still did not expect this to ever happen.
and I have a meeting with a recruiter in an hour and ten min but can't even make it. Don't feel like even going. SMH, FML -_-.
I need to get over this situation but this sh!t still in my head. Especially a text she sent yesterday along these lines
"wtf kind of bf are you. you don't care about me or your "family". I go to school to make money in the future. Today has shown me that your the complete opposite. You don't care about anybody but yourself like I been said."
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.
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.