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.
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.
So if I can't speak Spanish, it's useless to go down there?Miami is the northernmost city of Latin America. You had better speak Spanish, or people will be angry at you. Either learn their language or stay out of their country.
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.
No. Only people who think they are "too old" refuse to learn English. You should be fine with younger women. I haven't come across a young person who doesn't know English in Miami, except for those who arrived recently.So if I can't speak Spanish, it's useless to go down there?
I call BS. I've been to Miami a few times. Never had any issues buying gas or getting served at restaurants and I don't speak a word of Spanish. Maybe there was something else about you or your ex-wife that caused the hostile reaction.I used to go down there with my ex-wife to visit a friend of hers when we lived in Tampa (which is a city in the US, unlike Miami). Gas station clerks would not sell me gas. Restaurants would refuse to serve us. The funny part was that my wife actually minored in Spanish in college, and spoke it fairly well. She was just infuriated at everyone there for not knowing English. And no, she wasn't an ignorant American. She was actually from the Caribbean and had lived all over the world. In the rest of the world, if you're going to live in someone else's country, you had damn well better at least try to learn their language. To act like you're better than that country's people and don't need to learn their ways is a tremendous insult. That's why if you're traveling from the US to Miami, you need to know Spanish.
This cracks me up! Yeah Mexican chick I dated always use to say you love my Latina ass don't you. Technically they are not Latinas!Miami of course. Texas only has Mexicans.
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.
You shouldn't wear that mask every where you go....Its too creepy!Gas station clerks would not sell me gas. Restaurants would refuse to serve us.