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.
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.
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.
Because he is a celebrity. Today's young chickies of the western society worship Hollywood and everything about it. He is the IT guy right now and if chicks get to sleep with him, it for the purpose of stroking their ego (cue girl squeal: " ohh yess I want Sanjaya to fvck me like a hor and then when that is over and done with I will go back home and transform back into the good girl who doesn't put out until the third date and nobody but myself and 5 of my best girlfriends will ever know what a dirty deed i have done tee hee".Raikojo17 said:... is a homo. nuff said
do women consider men like this just eye candy?
why if they dig masculinity do they go crazy over guys like this?
it's mind boggling.
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.
I only watch two TV shows regularly...American Idol and Lost. I'm not as much into American Idol this year...but last year was my favorite season. I'm a huge fan of the nicest "Nice Guy" ever on the show...Elliott Yamin. He was dorky looking last year (has since gotten a make over and veneers) but hot damn can he sing. He reminds me of Stevie Wonder...and Yamin's vocal ability is just amazing. He's going to be singing his first single on the results show tomorrow night. I bought his CD from iTunes because of the bonus songs...Whiter Shade of Pale...and he kicks ass on that song...just incredible.Raikojo17 said:^^lol yea. but i think they really need to listent to simon more. all the people he hates he hates for a reason.
because they suck.
Wyldfire said:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.