apocolipto
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Lol, the part that stood out is the scaffolding. Did you see it happen?
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'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.
Nope, just heard about it.apocolipto said:Lol, the part that stood out is the scaffolding. Did you see it happen?
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.
"We are what we repeatedly do, excellence therefore is not an act but a habit"apocolipto said:I also have that book, :habits of highly effective people. Just haven't read it. I'm not into that type of books. Although, I defnitley see the use in it. Review it for us, maybe?
And my friend uses orracutane. Looks weird.
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.
This is you being stuck in your head. You need to remain in the now. I know you know how important that is.NorwegianDJ said:The weed starts to make me feel odd. I go on an introprospective journey.
I feel so little. So inferior. Never in my whole life have I felt so insignificant. It felt as if everything I believed; all the values I had; everything I knew, was taken away from me. I questioned Robin, "It feels like everything up until now, I haven't been myself and this is just me. Or I've been myself up until now and now I'm not." It was a weird feeling. I couldn't speak. It felt as if all that confidence was sucked out of me. I questioned myself. Do I really have no core confidence? Am I not centered? Am I hiding my real self behind band-aids? Is what I think I know real?
I beg to differ. I think you're just simplifying terms here. It's not just 'being introverted' and 'being extroverted'. I think it's an insight to my core weaknesses. There's more to a person than his fluid spiritual state.LearningSlowly said:This is you being stuck in your head. You need to remain in the now. I know you know how important that is.
Remain in the now, that is where true spirituality lies.
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.
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.