we all eat food
Senior Don Juan
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i dont have anyone to go with, so is it OK, if i go there alone, and the prep rally before the game.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
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.
Great Job man!!! See it WAS worth it......keep taking chances like this and meeting new people....slowly but surely youll have a great social life.Originally posted by we all eat food
Alright so i went to the prep rally, and i saw my teamate Sam, and hes a really quite kid so i just watched all the teams come out and ****, and then afterwards there was a huge bonfire and everyone was getting ****ed up smoking drinking, and the police came in and ****, i only smoked though, and everyone was like going crazy ****in jumpin and takiling people, and then i found a group to talk to that i sometimes talk to in class, and i was just chillen with them there and then afterwards we are waiting outside with everyone else and i saw some more kids and everyone was ****ed up, so those kids i was with ditched me since im not there friend and i went home. end. Overall i had a good time besides being ditched, but that didnt bother me since im not even friends with those kids. I just talked to some kids in my classes or acknowleged them after they ditched me and ****. END
i still dont have a social life but none the less i had a good time.
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.