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.
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.
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.
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.
And that's how you get killed in this countrySamTheHobit said:Self defence.. In south africa its pretty much manditory to carry a knife or pepper spray when leaving your home.
If someone pulls a knife on me, I wont hesitate to slash there throat.
If they pull a gun either run.
You see it's wrong to kill a fief. A fief (or vor) makes his living by stealing. By killing a fief you guaranteed to answer under the gangster law (voravskoi zakon). Vori v zakone would gather and decide if you live or die.Who Dares Win said:The same thing if someone invade my property with no authorization or necessity, and the answer is yes, I consider my hard gained property more worthy than the life of someone who doesnt respect me and my territory.
You claim you are in Russia but you live in a hollywood produced movie.backseatjuan said:You see it's wrong to kill a fief. A fief (or vor) makes his living by stealing. By killing a fief you guaranteed to answer under the gangster law (voravskoi zakon). Vori v zakone would gather and decide if you live or die.
If I ever catch one I'd make him answer under his own law. I'd take the stolen property back and gain respect in the under world. Respect alone is better than a gun. Respect is like a 24 hour security system.
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.
I dont play rpg games online but I kinda liked the tv series "brigada", are those the guys who decide?backseatjuan said:You see it's wrong to kill a fief. A fief (or vor) makes his living by stealing. By killing a fief you guaranteed to answer under the gangster law (voravskoi zakon). Vori v zakone would gather and decide if you live or die.
If I ever catch one I'd make him answer under his own law. I'd take the stolen property back and gain respect in the under world. Respect alone is better than a gun. Respect is like a 24 hour security system.