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.
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.
Dude, I hear ya. 5’9” here and I’ve never had a complaint after hooking up. Massively shorter chicks. Massively taller chicks. It literally doesn’t matter if you hold frame.I'm the same height and I've had no issues. I dunno...women reject guys for any number of reasons, guys worry way too much about things oit of their control.
Just own it. Yeah I'm 5'8" but I fvck like a champ and its the best d!ck they'll ever get in their life. I know it and I act like it when they are around me and suddenly they aren't worried too much about my height.
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.
Heightism has been a thing for over a generation.At a fraction under 6'2" I was top 5 tallest in my year at school, but as I have been saying I see more and more girls in the 18-20 range who are creeping very close to my height, which 10 years ago was almost unheard of.
I went into a bakery the other day to get some lunch, there was 4-5 school kids in their in their school uniforms, and every one of them was taller than me, the closest to my height was a good bit taller than me, two of them must have been 6'6" as they were a lot taller than me. Strange feeling being 6'2" and in a room full of 16-17 year olds who are all taller.
Yeah, the battle for status and validation through group thinking is probably the biggest force that influence womens behaviour.The struggle even attractive shorter guys are going to have in the game is not so much keeping the interest of the women you're dating but battling against the fact that she doesn't get status from dating you from her friends. I'm just about outright heard this told to me when I was being devalued by a couple women, basically they would mention how their friends don't get why she's dating me. The same women during the idealization phase would crawl through glass to get one date with me too, super high interest.
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.