this_dude_55
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"The Kiss of Death Mistake"
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Top 10 Shallow Reasons to Workout
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"She Made Her Decision Before You Finished Your Sentence"
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
this_dude_55
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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
!"I just moved here from Florida."
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.