B0redandl0nely
Senior Don Juan
I'm at a bar right now and I can't approach anybody. I feel like I have nothing to say.
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 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.
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.
I enjoy asking people about themselves. I like sports, music, movies, health and fitness but lately I haven't been interested in much of anything because I've been so miserable living in my parent's house. I seem to complimenting girls more than getting the story. Does that sound like autism?What are your interests? What do you enjoy talking about?
It's hard to be confident bringing a girl home when your home ain't your own.I enjoy asking people about themselves. I like sports, music, movies, health and fitness but lately I haven't been interested in much of anything because I've been so miserable living in my parent's house. I seem to complimenting girls more than getting the story. Does that sound like autism?
I don't know what you want me to do...I'm worried about having autism. I don't wanna be autistic. Maybe I should see an expert to tell me either way. I can't stop thinking about the possibility of being aspergers.
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.