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.
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.
Mr. Wolf said:Ahahahaha. How about the one in my sig?
No no... How about here you are, trying to connect, with your only friends?
And no, here is a better one.. Did you start working in biotech company this October?
No no no!!!! Here is even better one.. Occupation?? WTF?? Ahhh, I see, you said it like a clinical researcher.. But maybe not, a researcher would be smart and write the sentence correctly.. At the same time he'd ask same exact thing and the way you did.. I'm confused, are you researcher or not??
Whatever.. I'd go for like several researchers right now, so we can go out and apply things we learn.. You know, that's how you really learn things..
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.