this_dude_55
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"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
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.
Top 10 Shallow Reasons to Workout
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"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
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And the reasons help too. And I was considering the other reason too 
Wow, I don't feel this is a shallow reason at all. What is shallow about taking pride in your own achievements?this_dude_55 said:
Pumping iron to impress chicks is delusional thinking. I would venture to say that most women just don't give a hoot about massive muscles. In fact, with many, it is a source of sarcastic amusement. That said, I don't care. I lift for #1...me.
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Here's a shallow reason:
I'm a fat bastard.
One incentive I have is that for every 15 pounds of flab I lose I gain 1/2 to 3/4 inch on my ding-a-ling.
I'll lose about a century before I'm happy which will give me something to dangle.
Oh god !
I'm a fat bastard.
One incentive I have is that for every 15 pounds of flab I lose I gain 1/2 to 3/4 inch on my ding-a-ling.
I'll lose about a century before I'm happy which will give me something to dangle.
Oh god
!"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.