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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Dunno about the girls being easy, I just know if they just signed up a week or 2 ago, they're easier to influence than a girl whose been on myspace for a long while who is well seasoned on getting weekly flirts from guys.Originally posted by Wiesman44
if they are fat / ugly and respond to your email with little or no effort on your part, they just wanna be rammed really hard.
Hot girls don't need myspace. Attractive women don't use it. Girls w/o problems don't use it to date.
All AFC dudes use it b/c they won't approach on their own. Girls know this.
A-FVCKIN'-MEN!Originally posted by Wiesman44
if they are fat / ugly and respond to your email with little or no effort on your part, they just wanna be rammed really hard.
Hot girls don't need myspace. Attractive women don't use it. Girls w/o problems don't use it to date.
All AFC dudes use it b/c they won't approach on their own. Girls know this.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Oh the luxury of living vicariously through your "friend". It must be wonderfully fulfilling to be a buddy to the king of MySpace.Originally posted by reyalp
my old roommate from way back when uses myspace and he probably gets more ass than you do.
Ask them? Its the net....Not like they can slap you. Still i get off myspace and out into the real world. Its more fun!Originally posted by Juan_Man
On Myspace, how do you know which girls just want sex?
Had you not responded with an uncultured personal affront, I would have been willing to discuss Myspace further with you.Originally posted by KarmaSutra
Oh the luxury of living vicariously through your "friend". It must be wonderfully fulfilling to be a buddy to the king of MySpace.
Do you have any experience with women or are they straight out of fantasy land in Penthouse Forum?
Perhaps I was a bit harsh but explain how your buddy taggin' online a$$ is going to help you get experience with women?Originally posted by reyalp
Had you not responded with an uncultured personal affront, I would have been willing to discuss Myspace further with you.
Well that's an understandable query.Originally posted by KarmaSutra
Perhaps I was a bit harsh but explain how your buddy taggin' online a$$ is going to help you get experience with women?
I don't see the correlation? Please show me my friend . . .
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.