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.
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.
lmfao , lit
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.
What does this one mean?
Nuts. If red means your cognizant at least you can position yourself better. Versus blue your being directed unaware.
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.
yep, yepNuts. If red means your cognizant at least you can position yourself better. Versus blue your being directed unaware.
That's how it usually is. You just didn't notice.
That's how it usually is. You just didn't notice.
Just pull out if its not valuing you.remember this when guys complain a girl's standards are too high. Really though.
I don't even give the indicators in the first place anymore. No more disappointmentsJust pull out if its not valuing you.
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.
The inconvenience of fatherless America for the image of AmericansWhat does this one mean?
I don't even give the indicators in the first place anymore. No more disappointments![]()
How they wanted it. I just witnessed a man submitted and bossed under greedy and overweight wife. I wonder if he accepts that fate.The inconvenience of fatherless America for the image of Americans
don't expose yourself to that if he won't listen-you've got that unique positivity about you that I'd hate to see get dragged under by watching this helplesslyHow they wanted it. I just witnessed a man submitted and bossed under greedy and overweight wife. I wonder if he accepts that fate.
I agree. We must be mindful what we talk about and allow ourselves to be around. It all matters.don't expose yourself to that if he won't listen-you've got that unique positivity about you that I'd hate to see get dragged under by watching this helplessly
that's right, like you've been saying recent months. I noticed a shift in you. You've got your fire and selfpreservation on point. Well done. Take solace that you are of the small percentage(redpilled or just aware) that can perceive what that bossed buddy is experiencing so you can position yourself continually to NOT BE HIM.I agree. We must be mindful what we talk about and allow ourselves to be around. It all matters.
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.