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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Bible_Belt said:My dad is an OTR driver.
In 10-15 years, big rigs are going to drive themselves. The days of human drivers are numbered.
If you are disciplined enough to save your money and invest in something, you might do ok. But most truck drivers are fat, smelly, lonely social outcasts. It's not a happy life.
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.
Don't mean to sound dumb but what's thatScaramouche said:What about doing a course in plant operation,with a little capital you can easily get a truck and Bobcat!
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.
The Australian Bobcat:ProDJ26 said:Don't mean to sound dumb but what's that
Probably less than 10 years. What there will be are truck convoys in which the front truck will have a human overseer (not rally a driver anymore), with about 50 or so trucks driving themselves. Of course, this will all long haul, and regular truck drivers will still be needed to make local deliveries. But there will be vastly fewer drivers.Bible_Belt said:My dad is an OTR driver.
In 10-15 years, big rigs are going to drive themselves. The days of human drivers are numbered.
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.
MatureDJ said:Probably less than 10 years. What there will be are truck convoys in which the front truck will have a human overseer (not rally a driver anymore), with about 50 or so trucks driving themselves. Of course, this will all long haul, and regular truck drivers will still be needed to make local deliveries. But there will be vastly fewer drivers.