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.
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.
So if I can't speak Spanish, it's useless to go down there?Miami is the northernmost city of Latin America. You had better speak Spanish, or people will be angry at you. Either learn their language or stay out of their country.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
No. Only people who think they are "too old" refuse to learn English. You should be fine with younger women. I haven't come across a young person who doesn't know English in Miami, except for those who arrived recently.So if I can't speak Spanish, it's useless to go down there?
I call BS. I've been to Miami a few times. Never had any issues buying gas or getting served at restaurants and I don't speak a word of Spanish. Maybe there was something else about you or your ex-wife that caused the hostile reaction.I used to go down there with my ex-wife to visit a friend of hers when we lived in Tampa (which is a city in the US, unlike Miami). Gas station clerks would not sell me gas. Restaurants would refuse to serve us. The funny part was that my wife actually minored in Spanish in college, and spoke it fairly well. She was just infuriated at everyone there for not knowing English. And no, she wasn't an ignorant American. She was actually from the Caribbean and had lived all over the world. In the rest of the world, if you're going to live in someone else's country, you had damn well better at least try to learn their language. To act like you're better than that country's people and don't need to learn their ways is a tremendous insult. That's why if you're traveling from the US to Miami, you need to know Spanish.
This cracks me up! Yeah Mexican chick I dated always use to say you love my Latina ass don't you. Technically they are not Latinas!Miami of course. Texas only has Mexicans.
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.
You shouldn't wear that mask every where you go....Its too creepy!Gas station clerks would not sell me gas. Restaurants would refuse to serve us.