DreamyChick
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
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.
Wow, I can't believe that Mr. Cassanova finally acknowledges my presence here after a year and a half. I could care less what you think. I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought. Go climb back into the linen closet.
Boy, people would think you'd be happy he came out of the linen-closet to acknowledge you...Originally posted by DreamyChick
Wow, I can't believe that Mr. Cassanova finally acknowledges my presence here after a year and a half. I could care less what you think. I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought. Go climb back into the linen closet.
That was no clever acronym but I got a few:Originally posted by DreamyChick
I just thought it was a clever acronym and food for thought.
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.
considering "slut" only applys to gurls, ware you trying to tell us something about your self. I'ts ok, let it all outOriginally posted by DreamyChick
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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.
No I wouldn't apply the term to myself, but people wonder why some women are promicuous so there you go.Originally posted by spider_007
considering "slut" only applys to gurls, ware you trying to tell us something about your self. I'ts ok, let it all out:cheer:
Originally posted by DrMetallica
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