Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
It's worst now (except for the Chads/Tyrones/Chadrones, etc..) than the 1950s since as a net more guys had sex because of strict monogomy/marriage. In that light it is actually less repressive as there was less sexlessness among guys. Also women needed guys to be a breadwinner to them and beta guys acutally also had more value.The bitter irony of all this is, that from 2016-The Present, we've essentially been in a social climate which very closely mirrors The 1950s in terms of it's repressiveness. And this has sucked s-it through a f-cking straw!!!
The Nostalgiacels have had their wish for awhile now, and they're still somehow even more miserable than the rest of us
I've learned the hard way that trying to Red Pill guys out of this particular myth("Back in The 50s, even the schleps had little to no difficulty snagging decent p-ssy!!!")is more fruitless than trying to persuade an Evangelical Christian that the dead don't rise from the grave, even if the corpse in question happens to be a fella named Yeshua from NazarethIt's worst now (except for the Chads/Tyrones/Chadrones, etc..) than the 1950s since as a net more guys had sex because of strict monogomy/marriage. In that light it is actually less repressive as there was less sexlessness among guys. Also women needed guys to be a breadwinner to them and beta guys acutally also had more value.
I'm an Evangelical Christian too. Thanks for not p-ss away your effort here.I've learned the hard way that trying to Red Pill guys out of this particular myth("Back in The 50s, even the schleps had little to no difficulty snagging decent p-ssy!!!")is more fruitless than trying to persuade an Evangelical Christian that the dead don't rise from the grave, even if the corpse in question happens to be a fella named Yeshua from Nazareth
I won't p-ss away the effort here
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
I've got some lousy news for you, hoss, in addition to Jesus never having risen from the dead:I'm an Evangelical Christian too. Thanks for not p-ss away your effort here.
If anything, there's some evidence that "The Crisis Of Masculinity" so many pundits believe to be a contemporary phenomena waa already taking place back then
To be fair, ALL of us moderns could benefit from what's described hereThe 50s were neither as great as Rp dudes believe nor as terrible as feminysts believe.
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
We all miss Hollywood VideoI wasn’t around in the 50s. So I would never claim they were great. I can vouch for 80s, 90s and early 2000s.
Add to that the creaks and creases you're referring to were only one part of The 1950s. As noted here, at 3:25-3:60There was creaks and creases in the "stifling conformity" if you knew where to look but you were stuck with jazz as the cool music until Elvis came along.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Oddly enough, similar factors (Sketchy social science, Panic over violent crime, etc) during both The 1950s and The Late 10s-Today led to both eras becoming far more priggish and censorship-friendlyWell I lived through the Fifties,it was a miserable,cheese paring existence....Good riddance to that!
I'll kinda sorta grant one concession to True Believers In All Things Red Pill... From late '16-The Present, the state of free speech has been in lousy shape
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Well, life probably WAS pretty cush for June Cleaver and Harriet.... Pity they were no less fictional than Neo, Morpheus, and The Matrix areOn fetlife, there is a long list of fetish fantasies people can say interest them, one of which is "1950s Household." It's more women than men who check that box.
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.