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 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.
LOL, yeah the title is deceiving. Nothing I'd like more than getting out of this cold and going down to warm FL and having a few drinks with you. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get away this winter, but I hope to make it down there sometime in the future.STR8UP said:Darn....I was hoping for a good AW story. Seems I'm the only guy who knows one these days
BTW....shots are on me if you make it this way any time soon.....
Yes I live in the midwest. I was hoping you'd hand deliver me shots.iqqi said:Aren't you in the midwest? I can send one to you via priority mail... but this is kinda late notice. I really would have, too.
It's so cold tonight and windy too. It's suppose to be down to like 4 degrees. Probably no one will be out. So now you're impuning an entire astrological sign lol?iqqi said:You have to go out TONITE because your bday is officially at midnite.
Shoulda known you were an aquarius. They are all as$holes.
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.