You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
Ask me next year. I just started. I'm still on the first house. But I learn VERY QUICKLY, in both the repairs and management of workers, which is vital because I can't possibly do all the work myself if I'm doing 20 houses/year.
How do you make them emotionally invest?
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.
I don't think that is the majority. Does it happen? Yes, it happens. So a chick would want you to plate her for what reason exactly? Well, one of two. Either how good you are in the sack or how much you have in your sack. They have no way of knowing from meeting you somewhere if you're good in the sack. So most chicks that would allow you to "plate" them are in it for what they think you might have in your bank account. Tell you what, drive up in a hyndai, walk in with a pair of average pants, average shirt and see how many chicks you walk away with numbers. You may get some but c'mon, you know you're going to get way more numbers with a killer car and clothes. I hate the game but if you want to play, you want the best quality woman possible. I'm not dating a chick for her esoteric ramblings, how well she can do chemistry or math, tell jokes or any other personality thing. She could have the best personality in the world and unless I'm like 90, I don't care. If she don't f*ck, I don't give a f*ck. So she's trading f*ckability for potential access to your resources. You ain't got no resources, you ain't got many hot women.