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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
there is poison killers for that.Wyldfire said:Well, I'd suggest you go to a doctor and see what is safe to put on it to relieve the itching. The nether-regions are more sensitive than the rest of your body and I'm not sure if you're supposed to put Calamine lotion there or not. At least call the local Emergency Room of the hospital and ask.
We just moved into a new place and the backyard has a whole jungle of poison ivy. It looks like some poison sumac as well. The landscapers won't remove it, either. Guess they don't want to mess with it.
Look at the bright side. You were not the only one that this ever happened to.Canibus27 said:Also, I got this cream from the store that says you can use it on your genitals.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
and with your pants down...literally...and you got the scars to prove it...hehe, sorry...couldn't resist!Canibus27 said:I got caught.![]()