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.
It was a question, not an accusation, if you would spare us your diatribe over your own conditioned responses to the term racist than perhaps you might be able to answer the question.The Conquistador said:Ah yes, and so the first use of the word "racist" comes into the discussion. I save the knee jerk reaction, politically correct, bolshevik word play for dicussions with the weak minded. I was under the impression that this forum was for grown men that could handle grown peoples discussions. I see that you "men" are offended by grown up concepts and discourse. The automated Pavlovian response to any discussion like this is call someone a racist and hope that that would avoid any real response to the issue. These are words on an internet page not an attack on civil rights.
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.
The Conquistador said:Ah yes, and so the first use of the word "racist" comes into the discussion. I save the knee jerk reaction, politically correct, bolshevik word play for dicussions with the weak minded. I was under the impression that this forum was for grown men that could handle grown peoples discussions. I see that you "men" are offended by grown up concepts and discourse. The automated Pavlovian response to any discussion like this is call someone a racist and hope that that would avoid any real response to the issue. These are words on an internet page not an attack on civil rights.
why? what if they truely like bob marley or any black, mexican, or asian artists. i'm just saying, there's no such thing as acting "white" or acting "black"The Conquistador said:You see we talk about setting yourself apart so being a fiddy cent or honkeyrasta albino clone will just put you in a heard of truly pathetic bipeds.
Just try it white guys! It works. take down those Bob Marley posters and put up a Napoleon bust or a portrait of a real bad ass like General George S Patton.
Answering a question with a question I can only say: What are some traits of a proud black or Hispanic man? Are you saying there are no redeeming qualities of a white man? That sounds racist to me if you are sying that. Why is everyother group allowed to have pride but when one merely suggests it for white men it is racist?Stackthestyles said:Oooooh, How did I miss this, almost didn't realize.
What are some of the traits of a proud white man?
Tell me nothing that has to do with the church.
So, if there is no such thing as acting black or acting white than you are saying that the hip hop culture that originated in the black inner cities was not fertilized by the black experience in those inner cities. You are a racist for saying that! How dare you say that the blacks do not have a seperate and unique culture. A culture that manifests itself in a seperate English slang and style of dress.i am me said:why? what if they truely like bob marley or any black, mexican, or asian artists. i'm just saying, there's no such thing as acting "white" or acting "black"
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.