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.
I vote you as a c*nt :crackup:Deep Dish said:I vote this thread the Worst Thread of 2009, So Far.
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.
f*ck you. The monsters are on Maple Street. You're a sheep herding other sheep.STR8UP said:Conspiracies?
Yet another sad, sad testament to the liberalization (read- FEMINIZATION) of our culture.
Yea, I'm calling you all whiny ass pansies. Stop being so paranoid and grow a pair, beta boys.
Est-ce que vous êtes ivre? Vous avez de la ciboulette sur votre dent.6-heads lewis said:I vote you as a c*nt :crackup:
I agree.Deep Dish said:I vote this thread the Worst Thread of 2009, So Far.
He's right, I saw the zombie pigs myself running down some people who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.6-heads lewis said:f*ck you. The monsters are on Maple Street. You're a sheep herding other sheep.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.