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.
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.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
What is your story, Don't. Do you work for a living, hustle or pension?don't said:damned right. I've had that knowledge/attitude ever since the Army sent me to Korea, back in the 70's, dudes. You are nuts to let US women give you the slightest amount of static or heartburn.
That's actually a very neat, convenient, thing about an RV. If you have to use the 'head', just pull over at the next stop.LiveFreeX said:I have always dreamt of owning a car that has its own bathroom!![]()
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
I haven't been bothered once by the cops. I've got a 19 foot class C, smallest one you can find. The vans are class B's, but I found them to be very tight small and confining.don't said:I hate anything much bigger than a mini-van. Not only does the mileage suck, but they are magnets for cops and thieves ( too often the only difference is a uniform). We move several hundred miles, twice a year, to avoid the heat and cold. Once at our 'spot", tho, we don't move much, and mostly use the bikes to run errands. The van gets moved twice a day, tho, to avoid hassles from neighbors and cops. It's not necessary to move it far, tho, less than a mile suffices.