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've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Clearly he must have facked up the calculations. 3.5 BFP and you have a pretty good chance to kick the bucket doing just about anything. 5. is the bare limit for safe living and that's what he put as his max?JLW said:...Dude. If you're 180 pounds with 5% body fat at 6 feet tall you're jacked. I don't see why you need our opinion on your build since everyone knows you're in good shape.
He was probably referring to subcutaneous body fat.Clearly he must have facked up the calculations. 3.5 BFP and you have a pretty good chance to kick the bucket doing just about anything. 5. is the bare limit for safe living and that's what he put as his max?
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.
Aah. Nvm.JLay87 said:He was probably referring to subcutaneous body fat.
Russian roulette.terran2k said:create an account on POF, stick some pics on there of yourself, if you get random messages from cute girls, you're set.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
A - it's not skinnyRizilki said:Nothing meant by it guys. I was curious if that's skinny?
Fixed.Rizilki said:6'
176-180 lbs
High and Tight Haircut
22.5(Perfect for my w&h)
13.5%-15.0% BFP
White(slightly tan)
P.S.My sport pushes me in this direction(track and XC)