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.
He won't, unfortunately. I've given him some gold in a few posts and he doesn't even acknowledge those posts when I hit too close to home.Tell him to buy a weight bench, Smasher, he'll listen to you.
Maybe.
How do have a home gym without a weight bench?
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.
I've removed rows and back of neck presses from my workouts, due to some neck pain I've developed in recent months. Probably age related, but I don't want to exacerbate it. Still doing bent over rows and barbell presses though.
The OP got a ton of good advice, but still insists that he wants "muscles by summer".
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.
How does the Army and Marines get you bulked up in just a few months?
They don't.
Mashed potatoes.
Pull ups.
What about abs? Need tight abs to post pics on old.
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.
Diet & cardio.
I do cardio and have flat abs but I want 6 pack to post selfies on old of my abs.
Not a bad idea. Similar threads before about this. Even photoshopping yourself into photos around good looking women to show social status as well has been suggested.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
I see meat heads who have the big arms and chest (lots of times ugly face) BUT have very weak, skinny legs and do no leg workouts or cardio. I thought women like those meat heads because I see them type with decent women sometimes. Tends to be younger women too.
I used to watch that show, Hardcore Pawn. That owner guy would talk a lot of sh!t when he had his big security guards around. The Jerry Springer of pawn shows.
If i had his money I would have no problem getting women.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
