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.
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.
You were a big reason the mods shut it down sweetie.Another Trump thread that you guys are going to eventually start acting like "women" over, that will soon get closed like the other ones?
I hope you guys keep it civil this time, I was contributing a good amount to the Trump thread in the main Discussion Forum, only to find out today it had been closed because, you guys act like you can't god damn "disagree" with each other without acting a fool.
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.
If all is fair in love and war, then anything goes in politics. It's long enough until November that I won't be making any forecasts.especially when he's going to win, regardless of your disagreement and Dems and Repubs cheating all they can against him
One of those will be me. Been a dedicated Republican since 1992. I've campaigned for local people. Voted. Went to events big and small. But I won't stand with a party that says F the will of the people. If they deny Trump the nomination when the numbers show it's his, I'm OUT. Done with the party. As I would do the same if it rightfully went to Cruz and they pull one over on him, even though I don't really like Cruz.if he's got 1200 candidates and lying ted just has 800, they'd BETTER give it to trump, or 50 million voters will never again vote republican
That is what needs to happen to have any hope of ending business as usual in Washington, D.C. It won't happen (yet). But it needs to.What if the two parties screwed both Bernie and Trump out of their respective nominations, and then they both ran as independents? That would be one hell of an interesting election. Bernie vs Hillary vs Trump vs (Kasich?)
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.
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.