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.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
speakeasy said:Damn, did you see the blood in that first fight? Wow.
Yeah, that dude's head was split wide open down to the bone. And that's taking a shot from a gloved padded fist. Can you imagine what his face would've looked like if it was a bare-knuckles street fight??? I shudder to think.Julian said:that cut was fkin gnarly. the little fat guy was actin like king sh1t even tho he fought a guy who didnt do jacksh1t.
speakeasy said:Yeah, that dude's head was split wide open down to the bone. And that's taking a shot from a gloved padded fist. Can you imagine what his face would've looked like if it was a bare-knuckles street fight??? I shudder to think.
He kept getting caught with the same exact move. That was just pathetic.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
Totally saw that coming. I knew that no matter how unbalanced Kimbo proved to be as an MMA fighter, Dana White will not let that big bearded cash cow slip out of his fingers.speakeasy said:Dana White already confirmed that win or lose, Kimbo is going to be let into the UFC.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/spo...ice-next-fight-kimbo-slice-vs-roy-nelson.html
Dana White is going to make some money off Kimbo. Mark my words.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.