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.
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.
If Johnson didn't defend himself by grabbing the other guys arm, he would have been shot in the head.Johnson (the victim) told CNN that there was an altercation outside the club and that he exchanged words with Norris (the shooter). He said he didn't think much of it, and he began walking to his car when Norris pulled up in his Hummer, got out of the vehicle and pointed a gun at his head.
"When he put the gun to my head, all I could think about was I'm not going to let this kid take me away from my mom, especially with what she's dealing with right now," Johnson said.
He said he grabbed Norris' wrist and pulled his arm down when shots rang out. "I felt the sharpest burning sensation when the first bullet hit my leg. It actually made my leg buckle," he said.
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.
While I agree with how fvcked up the ruling was on this, and how fvcked up our justice system is, this was NOT a 'premeditated attempted murder.' Premeditated means planned in advance, and attempted murder means the suspect really tried to KILL someone. This was not the case. He didn't plan it days in advance, so it wasn't premeditated, and he only pulled the trigger in the middle of a physical confrontation, so it technicallly wasnt attempted murder.Maxtro said:What he did was a premeditated attempted murder.
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I like this line, however. It kind of points out that the suspect is a spoiled little rich boy, who's daddy probably DID get him out of this. He was a college boy, and there is no way in hell he bought his own hummer.when Norris pulled up in his Hummer,