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.
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 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.
Well here's a thread where I can sort of take more of a stance WITH the "American women svck" crowd lol.Danger says,
A right to self-defense exists even against a double-x chromosome.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I have hit a girl more than once. The only time I regret was when it was over money(she was stealing from me), but none of them reported to authorities.I don't now. Some deserve a good slapping.
A wise Latina would have a better perspective to judge...With the lobbying of the court system by more liberal members of society (more government, women/minority rights, regulation of free market) alot of the court system has been influenced by liberal mindsets and women are PROTECTED MOST of the time from MOST attacks from men even if the guy had an actual right to defend himself.
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.
The law is wrong.The Muscle Expert said:Now if this is a single women, the law changes dramatically. A women has no chance of harming me without a weapon, I would only be allowed under the law to restrain her.
Ok internet tough guy, reality check.mrRuckus said:The law is wrong.
There's a big wopping difference between what is right and what you should do and what the law is.
You come at me or anyone, you deserve what you get. Don't fvck with the bear if you don't want to risk having your heart eaten out of your chest. He's not going to have mercy on me because i'm smaller. I started it!!
You don't deserve "restrained." You deserve to have your face caved in if you are going to punch me. I don't care what gender or what size you are. Whether I can do that or not, remains to be seen, but i deserve the chance to, and you should know going in that i'm completely allowed to. The law is wrong.
Have any of you read Ender's Game? I love that book. Anyone who screwed with this little 6 year old, he absolutely destroyed. He realized that if he didn't put his enemy down right then and permanently, they'd just come back to get him later and he'd have to fight again and again.
A woman does have a chance of harming you without a weapon anyway. If anyone gets hit *just* right they can collapse someone or damage an organ or something.
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.