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.
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.
Nah. I'm talking friends etc. plates not included.Are you asking this 9volt of us fellow DJs or is it from the perspective of a plate? In any case, I like to have different social spheres depending on the hobby I've taken up. It creates interesting and dynamic conversations because of the perspective a person has in one social sphere will be different in another sphere.
When I'm single, I have a wider net of social circles and my confidence tends to be higher because I'll be more outgoing. I still keep a core close social circle of bros from high school that I've known for almost 20 years, yet I typically only see them a few times a year because of working and going to school full time. They're all married and busy starting or have started families by now....
When I'm juggling 2-4 plates, my time in social circles gets reduced. It ramps back up when I drop plates.
I def. avoid debbie downers. If someone's too negative or talks too much crap behind my back, I remove my presence and attention.
I have my own hobbies and am happy with alone time, yet... too much isolation playing video games, binging Netflix, or studying mad hours in my room makes me desire to be around others and adventure outdoors.
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.
join a club or start hanging out somewhere you can make friendsStill trying to figure out how to keep friends and start a social circle,
move to the nearest city, the only thing worse than moving is living in a small townI wish that were possible but I live in a small town, and unfortunately theres nothing I can do unless I move, I'm preparing for the lone wolf life style
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.
Ditto. You want friends? Be a friend. Too many people are self absorbed these days then wonder how they end up isolated.I have a dozen or more "friends" and literally hundreds of aquantences.
And what if almost everyone around you is that self-absorbed person? That is literally the BEST way you can describe the average robot that goes to my university. My one friend actually said the same thing. People suck here haha....Ditto. You want friends? Be a friend. Too many people are self absorbed these days then wonder how they end up isolated.
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.
Self absorbed may be a thing but don't forget there are plenty or introverts in this world as well. I'm more borderline but have multiple social circles. Close friends and hockey buddies of course. Out of both groups the majority is married with kids and or divorced.Ditto. You want friends? Be a friend. Too many people are self absorbed these days then wonder how they end up isolated.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.