Dude tried to start a fight

"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."

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.

young_gun

Master Don Juan

Aug 10, 2007

Time to sign up for martial arts, dude. One of the best decisions I've ever made. I'm in much better physical and mental shape now that I did. It would be FUNNY for some guy to try to pick a fight with me. It wouldn't be pretty.

SIDE NOTE: Two guys were sparring at practice last week. One, a black belt, is about 6'4, and the other, a green belt (5th belt from the bottom, but still a decent rank) is about 5'5. The guy that was the black belt went to throw a roundhouse kick at the other guy and missed him because HE KICKED TOO HIGH (aka he threw a kick that was so high that it went over his head.) If you f*cked with this guy on the street, you'd be dead on spot.

"I just moved here from Florida."

That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?

She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."

She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.

I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.

Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.