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Thanks Op, I live for posts like this.... pure comedy gold.
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.
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.
@Augustus_McCrae - it's input like this that make this site so helpful. Thanks.It's the most counter intuitive thing as a man to totally internalize that a woman does not truly appreciate the things you do for her and the sacrifices you make. It is a very tough pill to swallow. You did what you did out of kindness and love so don't be too hard on yourself. However, never forget this hard learned lesson and do your utmost to never make the same mistake again.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Don't think bad, she has no integrity, it could be her illness making her worse and more negative too. Happens sometimes. Anyways if you want to move forward the very best thing to do is not to think about her, don't complain about her, don't write about her, and start working on your life and things you like to do.Thank you for taking the time to write. It's not killing me like it was but i still think about it all the time. I work out if town right now so I can't work in my shop.. ive been hitting the gym pretty hard and working in the shop on weekends. Been dating an absolute beautiful girl but still thinking about the ex. I need to do more through the week like suggested. I keep thinking what if she dies soon and I never talk to her again. The obvious answer is who gives a **** but that's the type **** that goes through my mind
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.
So funny!NEXT
I came late to this thread but the fact that you're still even making any effort to understand her actions shows how far you are from being past it. Whether or not she's sick, she lied, or she's the queen of fvcking england doesn't matter. She's out of your life. You'll never know what her motivations were.Yep, I agree with you. No matter what happens it's allways Ultimately your fault. The fact she was sick kind of confused the situation a little for me.. big ****ing learning experience. I let this **** **** my whole year up so far. Ive been working on dragging myself back to the living so to speak. It's hilarious to me that to the bitter end she swore she and this guy were just friends even though she was living with him. I still don't see the point in lying about it
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.