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.
No, evolution made the sexual dialectic. (There is an interesting mathematical paper that basically says that binary DNA sharing is the only such sharing system that is stable.)
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.
It is not my place here to talk about these things beyond medical necessity. Unlesd you can come up with a better rendering.of the situation of being "allergic to Bianca, the Brazillian escort" then what richardthetoad offered then I am all ears.
If that were the case, my mind would have melted by now.
Yes but God made evolution and everything that drives evolution including the intermediary, life creating properties that exist within entropy itself.
I guess you consider yourself lucky you have never had such a reaction then?If that were the case, my mind would have melted by now.
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.
Debatable. Thanks for quoting Ariana Grande though. Lol.
I don't think most of us here want ltr/marriage