You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
An even bigger pool of rudderless and disconnected latchkey kids and sh!tlib voting bloc. A sterling idea.Jaylan said:I dont think being a stay at home parent is wise for men or women. Maintain some autonomy, maintain your own income, stay in the workforce even if only part-time.
( . )( . ) said:Are we still letting chicks dress up and play doctor? Even after the whole less work, less hours, less productivity thing?
Anyway if I was a chick and some herb took my (chick) advice and fully embraced my sex role reversal proposal I'd bring two dudes home to double team me and make that weak Western statistic watch just out of principal. And I don't even have thousands of years of inbuilt hypergamic impulses like that poor b!tch.
I'm sure the barrage of "equalist" fairies will deny it but she will consciously/subconsciously end up resenting you and you will end up on the front page of cuck weekly. For memory I think Roissy has some data on "stay at home dads", and it wasn't encouraging.
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.
More hyperbolic bullsh!t from our resident manospambot.milk sacks said:An even bigger pool of rudderless and disconnected latchkey kids and sh!tlib voting bloc. A sterling idea.
EPIC FAILFireballs said:My gf is a highly paid Doctor and asked me the other night if I would consider becoming a stay at home Dad. It caught me a bit off guard and I just said I would have to think about it/talk about it more. I earn good money too but obviously she earns more and she isn't the type to rub it in or anything immature like that. We are getting into the stage of ''what's mine is yours'' ie. joining accounts (initiated by her).
Would you do it? Have you done it?
There's enough women's lib bullshet over here at the moment without you adding to the nutless society to go off tiptoeing through the tulips.Fireballs said:My gf is a highly paid Doctor and asked me the other night if I would consider becoming a stay at home Dad. It caught me a bit off guard and I just said I would have to think about it/talk about it more. I earn good money too but obviously she earns more and she isn't the type to rub it in or anything immature like that. We are getting into the stage of ''what's mine is yours'' ie. joining accounts (initiated by her).
Would you do it? Have you done it?