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.
Well, I was visiting Eastern Europe (country shall remain unnamed lol). We were at a club and my buddy who lives there had some past beef with some guys and he started crap and I backed him up and really it ended up 2 on 9 cuz one of the guys got kicked in the nuts early on and he managed to crawl away or something and this is how we know how many kicked our ass. It was his words that it was 9 but honestly that is hard to believe. I never counted lol...but I guess he did his counting duty.Originally posted by SuperGigaloDJ
Awesome! I know it's a little off-topic but give us the whole story!
Yeah, I shouldn't get sad. I need other validation...like a good paying job! lol
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.
Yeah, it happens. It's more of an intermitent problem. And I can catch it as it happens and it just seams like something out of my control. Many times I get taken aback by how it affects me. Like a shock to my system before I can even think about it.