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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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Is it this one?PRMoon said:My dream bike is the North American Warhorse custom V-rod
http://www.nawarhorse.com/articles.html
Click the 2nd articl (Oct '03), it's the sweetest street fighter I've ever seen. It's a harley with aprilia suspension and other parts. A truely awesome machine.
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.
Maybe I'm just drunk, but the only similarity I see is that they both have black parts. Other than that, I'm missing whatever you're seeing.Lovesorrow said:Cloud, the hero, rides a bike similar to this one I think.
I am sure it´s different. Maybe this bike is from the game, but in the movie It´s different.S1NN3R said:Maybe I'm just drunk, but the only similarity I see is that they both have black parts. Other than that, I'm missing whatever you're seeing.
http://www.toysperu.com/Cine/FinalFantasyStrife2.jpg
And if you'd clicked my first link, you would have seen another Cloud bike...
No that's not the same bike at all, I mean other then the fact that both bikes are V-rods. Click on the second article on the North American Warhorse site I linked in my previous post. The bike has aprilia parts and suspension, double stacked head lights and no front ferring at all. There are other detials that makes the bikes vastly different. Check the specs sheet in the article, the bike I linked is nothing short of amazing.Lovesorrow said:Is it this one?
http://img288.imageshack.us/my.php?image=vrodbackyq7.jpg
http://img49.imageshack.us/my.php?image=vrodfrontwg5.jpg
Have you watched the movie "Final Fantasy Advent Children" which is based on the FFV 7 game series? Cloud, the hero, rides a bike similar to this one I think. This movie kicks some serious a.ss. It´s all made by computer. :cheer:
No, my first link is the bike from the game, this link is a toy of the bike from the movie. It's called Fenrir, after the wolf from Norse legend.Lovesorrow said:I am sure it´s different. Maybe this bike is from the game, but in the movie It´s different.![]()
You've said it a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. And every time you say it, you train your brain to freeze the next time she walks into the room.
Leagues are a myth invented by guys who are scared of women.
She's a person. She has bad breath in the morning. She picks songs she can't sing in the shower. She overthinks her own texts.
Walk over. Say something. The league dissolves the second you open your mouth.
You proved me wrong!S1NN3R said:No, my first link is the bike from the game, this link is a toy of the bike from the movie. It's called Fenrir, after the wolf from Norse legend.
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.