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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
And your teachers don't know why (or can't teach you why) you should read? :nervous:HandyAndy said:no highschool
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.
And our tax dollars are going to TRY to educate people like this?HandyAndy said:its a beginning of the year assignment, were suppoed to convince the teacher why we should or should not read, i dont need your useless help anymore
Maybe some people should stick to watching MTV.ElStud said:Wow, talk about a jerk, they try to help you and you lash out at them?
You still havnt answered what i needed, i dont care if you think my teacher cant teach me whats good about reading, thats not waht the topic is about, im done, i did it on my own cuz no one here can help me, im not lashing out on anybody, it just went downhill fast..:moon: :moon:Francisco d'Anconia said:And your teachers don't know why (or can't teach you why) you should read? :nervous:
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.
Reading is useful for...HandyAndy said:I need to write a page long essay on why we should read or not read and why? Any ideas, and real ideas?
not reading, thats for sure.Francisco d'Anconia said:So, anyone know what Brittany, Paris or Lindsay is up to these days?
Paris is actually doing society a favor for once! She's suing hallmark in federal court for using her likeness in "that's hot" birthday cards.Francisco d'Anconia said:So, anyone know what Brittany, Paris or Lindsay is up to these days?
"That's hot!!!"Play the Game said:Paris is actually doing society a favor for once! She's suing hallmark in federal court for using her likeness in "that's hot" birthday cards.
Getting rid of thrashy birthday cards with her likeness, AND punishing Hallmark, the inventor of such bu11sh1t holidays as sweetest day.
Two birds with one stone.
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2007/0907072hallmark1.html
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.