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.
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.
good choice, except for the sweatshirtsI usually wear like polo shirt sometimes sweatshirt and jeans.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
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.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.