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.
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.
Similar issue, I have enough money for coffee date but no place. Would a hot girl like that wait for your **** though?Alexandar said:the real problem is money, i suck at managing it and have none at this point, so she will just have to wait
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.
That's becoming creepy.cordoncordon said:Check your PMs Alex.
Not as big and sturdy/filled as hers.You are aware that every woman on the planet has boobs, right?
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.
Bro you cannot bring her back to your mom and dads basement. Not only does that fit into every stereotype there is as far as a loser living in his parents basements (which I know you are not-but you don't want to give her that idea), but there is just no way you can both be comfortable enough to have a full out sexathon. Take her to a nice lounge and see if you can get her to try some kind of exotic fruity drink. Who knows if the place is nice enough and the vibe is right she just might give in and try it. Then take her to a nice dinner (but don't each too much) and have a nice hotel room ready and waiting.Alexandar said:she asked me to call her last night so i called her today, she wants to hang out monday (working all weekend), so ill be taking her out then
theres two little hiccups but nothing I cant high jump over,
1) I live with my folks, i got a nice place in the basement but still, shes expecting this 'furious phucking' so it might be too loud to bring her home especially on a monday night, but I might just do it anyways and gag her, she said she wants me to anyways, if not I might have to grab us a room, which Id rather not
2) she doesnt drink, ever.... enough said on that
hopefully im not too hung over monday
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.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.