Is that you buddy http://www.myspace.com/rollotomassi
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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
...says White pimp.WhitePimp said:I thought he was black for some reason
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.
Heheheh,..my wife calls this "getting Favred" and yes I get it a lot.The Bat said:Am I the only one who thinks Rollo looks like Brett Favre?
Myspace is sooooo 2008Bible_Belt said:Yeah, that's Rollo. Penkitten and I are both on his friends list. I thought str8up was in his friends, too, but don't see him.
So am IBible_Belt said:Yeah, that's Rollo. Penkitten and I are both on his friends list. I thought str8up was in his friends, too, but don't see him.
I see your point, but I'd say being on just one of the two is so 2008.STR8UP said:Myspace is sooooo 2008
yes they do, but they don't call it a blog, they call it notes.:moon:azanon said:I hear facebook has no blog; myspace's best feature if you ask me.
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 guys are making this sound like someone did some major detective work.jafyk said:News Flash: Sosuave Forum issue #45 "Rollo Tomassi's identity is exposed" ,Lol. Now the Ladies whose guys left them might come looking for you to exact revenge.
It's just funny cos I was thinking the other day I wonder what Rollo looks like. Good job Eatgel, I'ill wire the money to your bank account later.
Hey, man don't play this down for us ok? Lol. Do you know how long we've been trying to Unmask this Son of a... (Just kidding Rollo), lol.azanon said:You guys are making this sound like someone did some major detective work.
I personally looked up Rollo over a year ago. It took me - ole - 30 seconds to type in "Rollo Tomassi" in the myspace search engine and, you guessed it, i got one hit.
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.