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.
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.
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.
no offense man, but any girl that gives out her # so often that she needs a card for it is a sl*t. hope you double bagged it.I once had a girl give me her business card, and on the back side, stamped in yellow ink (which I couldn't see in the club; I saw it the next day), was the word YES. I thought it was pretty slick.
Believe me, bro, the same thought crossed my mind. I play safe anyway; but the more forward they are, the safer I tend to be.Originally posted by MindOverMatter
no offense man, but any girl that gives out her # so often that she needs a card for it is a sl*t. hope you double bagged it.
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.
Originally posted by bullmoose
I once had a girl give me her business card, and on the back side, stamped in yellow ink (which I couldn't see in the club; I saw it the next day), was the word YES. I thought it was pretty slick.
My admin orders my cards for me when I need them, so I don't know the name of the printer; I'd imagine it's someone local here in Seattle. Go with heavy stock (anything other than white) and raised lettering. Don't be cheap, and don't get rainbows or American flags or any $#!+ like that. Your name, what you do, and how to reach you. You can get a couple hundred nice ones made up for fifty bucks.
I just had an associate give me a metal business card, on gold-colored metal. Looks trick. I can't imagine what they cost, though.
Something I've seen lately, and mostly in D.C., is a plain business card that just has your name and your phone / email; no mention of what you do or for whom. Personally, I think it's lame but it seems to be all the rage in the Adams Morgan scene. I've seen this in Europe, too. You might try something like this if you just want a "Pimp Card."
Hope this helps.