You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
zekko said:Anybody want to try to make me feel good about that?
Lol.
Being 30 is definitely better than being 20 IMO.romangod said:I retired in my late 40s and life is a blast
I have found that women pursue me more now that I'm older, but I still don't think it happens as often as it shouldromangod said:Women are plentiful with the added luxury of firmly believing that I'm the prize. I don't pursue women, they pursue me.
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.
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.
Yup ^^squirrels said:At 50, you should be mature enough to know better than to feel down about being 50.
Just keep living.
At 50, you should be mature enough not to be hanging around on a pickup forumsquirrels said:At 50, you should be mature enough to know better than to feel down about being 50
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.
What's the problem I was just saying hi, lol? If I'm interrupting this moment of epiphany (or grown folks time) I'ill just come back later, lol. All I can say is that I hope at 50 I have someone I can home to and they are still happy to see me.survivorman said:@jafyk,
Why you little...!!!
When you're young you think being 50 is about looking back. But when you're 50 you're concerned about getting on with your life.all I hope is I am alive at 50, "feel" wealthy when I look back and feel content about my life
Atom Smasher said:I find it interesting that I've noticed in the past couple of years that the young whippersnappers here on SS (and I definitely say that affectionately) are showing a lot more respect and are valuing our advice much more highly.
I'm not sure why that is, but it's good to see. When I was younger (heck, I'm still young AFAIC), I always looked to older folks for their wisdom. Maybe they would sometimes seem a little crotchety and eccentric, but I knew enough to eat the meat of their wisdom and spit out the bones.
I'd love to write more, but I've got to go and change my "Depends".
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.