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.
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.
Late HS and just after HS:What do you tell your high school age sons in regards to women? Do you practice what you preach?
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.
Hope that doesn't turn into over confidence. Dealing with women at 16 is waaaaaaaaay different than dealing with women at 20-25-30 and beyond. You have to play a much more tight and strategic game to be victorious. This is like the varsity team winning against the JV and thinking they're all bad a$$.A few months ago while driving with my 16 year-old boy, we were having a "Dad to Son" conversation about women. As I finished parking the car in the garage, my son got out of the car, looked at me with some disdain, and said, "Dad, I get laid more than you do." I think that my boy will be just fine....