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.
This is funny because I used to have a chick who wanted to hold my dingaling whenever I took a pee. I'd walk into the bathroom then she'd follow me in and say: "can I hold it??" I'd say: "uhh, sure!" then she'd sit there staring at it the whole time. It was strange but after a while it became a kind of kinky erotic thing and she'd get worked up so we'd usually bang afterwards.JoeMarron said:
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.
I'll agree with this.JoeMarron said:
Hah yep I'll admit to following her in sometimes.Peaks&Valleys said:
It's not a turn on but I've never understood why some men were disgusted by it. I just think of it as red lube..
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.
