You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
No offense taken. I agree that one shouldn't obsess over bodyweight, but it's relevent in my case because I want to fight as a middleweight (160 lbs.) not as a small heavyweight. So the scale matters.Pimp-sicle said:One: Weighing yourself every couple days is absolutely pointless.
a) weight naturally fluctuates throughout the day, due to fluid intake, about of food ingested, etc. If you do weigh yourself, it should be first thing in the morning right when you get up. I would do it once every 2-3 weeks MAX.
b) piggybacking on point a. Your weight is irrelevant, ESPECIALLY when your trying to drop body fat and put on muscle. Your body COMPOSITION is much more important. Measure inches; waist, chest, neck, thighs, arms, calves etc to see if your making progress. Lastly, definitely get your body fat taken every 10-14 days like clock-work.
I've never understood why the average joe is obsessed with seeing a number on a scale when their body composition is much more important. If you hit 160-165 and have no muscle on you, you'll look like a concentration camp victim at your height. Okay not completely, but close.
c) Your diet sucks.... sorry its the truth and I'm being honest to help you. Severely lacking in quality protein, lacking in good fats and to top it off you have no idea how many total calories your intaking.
Add to the fact that you seem to have weak will power, then punish your body by not eating for the rest of the day once you have a cookie or something you perceive as bad.
When your cutting if your diet is 95% in check and your consistent, a cookie here and there will not kill your diet. And the whole starving yourself routine is very catabolic to muscle mass and slowsssss down your metabolism.
d) As Fugly pointed out, you should get your diet in check. Look into carb cycling, re-feed days and get to it.
Sorry if this post came off as arse-wholish, I'm all about putting 100% effort toward your goal and you seem like your a good guy with the right intentions, but your half-arsssing it expecting different results. Not gonna happen.
You have made a journal, you want to do this in your mind, but you are weak willed right now.
Part of weak will comes from not planning out your diet. When you don't plan your diet, its a lot easier to make a bad choice.
PIMP
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.
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.