You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
your right . . .gym if for strength, europe is for fun. Although I might sneak in some protien for situations where im too busy having for a bite.Warboss Alex said:
Here's something I picked up on from numerous trips across the pond... People walk far more in Europe than do their American counterparts (and people wonder why Americans are fat...spesmilitis said:
). What this means for you is that, especially as a college-aged traveler you will be using your feet to propel you from one place to another almost every minute of every day (when you aren't sleeping, sitting, or eating). If you're like most travelers our age, you'll be eating less and burning more of it off. I didn't step foot into a gym the other month when I spent two weeks in France, Italy, and Greece, but from all of the activity that took place there during daily activities I'd dropped 15-20 lbs. Not only that, but I felt and looked good. 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.
bang a bunch of euro chicksspesmilitis said: