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.
That IS true. If they are still single at that age,...there's a reason. Of course they can say the same about me and you
,...all those loser women we had to deal with...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.
Widows, especially of the stay-at-home variety, are definitely a worthwhile exception but not exactly common enough to even factor in...That IS true. If they are still single at that age,...there's a reason. Of course they can say the same about me and you
The widows ain't so bad. They already proved they can make something work,...the dude just died on them. So assuming there was no handy anti-freeze in the coffee...
Natural Tim "how can I make this fun?" Start here.
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.
Don't cater to her. You reveal your world to her like an IV drip. Slow trickle. Not spew everything. Most men her age are soy don't approach low T and trying to be pretty. Nearly zero comp. You got this bud
Bring UNO or Monopoly Deal cards, people who are fun stay young forever.
I thought Virginia was the woman from the song Only The Good Die Young...