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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Haha, thats a cracking line, i like it, where'd u get it from?Oh my names <name> - rememba that coz you will be screaming it later!
Haha, that part made me laugh my ass off. It was very Tucker Max like.Me: Ya know the last time i saw someone as excited as you two - they were in a fcuking coma!
HB1: Get lost
Me: Dont fcuking worry - if i wanted to talk to the dead i woulda gone to the graveyard - get back to ya muff munching!
You handled that perfectly, good job man.gf: Whos she?
Me: Who?
gf: That girl playing pool with you?
Me: Dunno - but shes gorgeous aint she?
gf: Shes a tart!
Me: Yep!
gf: Are u coming to dance?
Me: Yea but let me finish this game first
GF: storms off
Me: Anyway i finish the game and get the HBs numba lol
Haha, I was reading that and thought it looked fairly familiar, but it wasn't till i saw my own reply to it that i realised it was actually an old thread!Wow - i like to have a look at my old FR's and just realise how much ive evolved over the past months.
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.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Originally posted by The_Shezzler
HB8: Ok sexy!!
Me: Easy! Easy! Easy! - actually chanting this walking down the street (Soccer AM for all u UK soccer fans) clapping my hands above my head.