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.
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.
To be honest, my shoulder even feels sore after the band work. It must be really effed up. Feels better overall though, if that makes sense.
Noooo. I've thought about it though, using really light weights. Maybe depending on what the exercise is.Have you started lifting yet?
Noooo. I've thought about it though, using really light weights. Maybe depending on what the exercise is.
I don't want to mess up my shoulder worse, but I can tell I've lost some muscle mass in my arms. Sux.
In my experience though, it comes back pretty quick. Some sort of muscle memory thing. I just doubt that I'm ever going to be able to lift what I used to.
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.
Thought I would update this, and your remark here is spot on. If I rest my shoulder (or rehab it with the resistance bands), it seems to heal up. But as soon as I go back to a full weight program, it starts acting up again. And I'm not even trying to lift anywhere near what I did when I was younger, I'm just trying to stay toned. Awhile back, it got so bad that I literally could not lift my arm up past my shoulder. But it got better.from my experience, when you go back to heavy lifting, at some point it will flare up again.
Thought I would update this, and your remark here is spot on. If I rest my shoulder (or rehab it with the resistance bands), it seems to heal up. But as soon as I go back to a full weight program, it starts acting up again. And I'm not even trying to lift anywhere near what I did when I was younger, I'm just trying to stay toned. Awhile back, it got so bad that I literally could not lift my arm up past my shoulder. But it got better.
I hope it's going better for you, soulforge. I think I'm just going to have to deal with as a concession to aging. I've read that a lot of older people have shoulder problems, and that surgery is only 40% successful. I'm not willing to try that with those odds, at least not at this point. Apparently it's a very tricky area. It's just frustrating when you want to be lifting but your body can't hold up to it anymore. I'll just have to do what I can do and be satisfied with that.
I appreciate the encouraging words. I haven't really tried the hot packs yet so I'll give them a go.Even tho i am not lifting heavy, I am still making gains...
Keep up the good work man!
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.