Aspiring_DJ
Don Juan
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I usually wear like polo shirt sometimes sweatshirt and jeans.
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.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
good choice, except for the sweatshirtsI usually wear like polo shirt sometimes sweatshirt and jeans.
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.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
stinkyape said:Depends on how I'm feeeeeeling. Sometimes shorts and a t-shirt and barefoot (come straight from the gym showers, smelling nice... but still smelling like I've been training)... Other times I like to wear a nice collared shirt, nice jeans and good shoes (matching the shirt). I've got a few combinations of loafers/sneakers/jeans/shirts that all work.
Tomorrow is a shorts, t-shirt and barefoot day though![]()
I studied mostly in NZ - A forward thinking nation where it's socially acceptable to walk around a university campus barefoot or wearing a wifebeater, or just about whateverAbbott said:Barefoot? How far do you get?
I don't know about the U.K., or London in particular, but here you need to wear shoes or at least some sort of footwear in most places. Are you familiar with the phrase "No shirt, no shoes, no service?"
That's cool. I was just wondering.stinkyape said:I studied mostly in NZ - A forward thinking nation where it's socially acceptable to walk around a university campus barefoot or wearing a wifebeater, or just about whatever- Get away with it in the UK too, mostly "because he's a Kiwi and they just do that sh1t"
- There's places at most universities where it's necessary to wear shoes, such as laboratories - But lecture theatres, offices and libraries are usually OK for me :woo:
There's places (outside of universities) which will require shoes and tidy dress - mostly only restaurants and bars/nightclubs. In summer, I'll happily go to the supermarket or walk round town with no shoes on - Why not? I can still look good by wearing nice sunglasses, tidy t-shirt and nice shorts.
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.