"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."
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.
Would a Tesla Cybertruck attract the ladies?
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"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
Serenity
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"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
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.
Kotaix
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I have an ugly car and I hear more about how ugly my car is than I ever heard about how nice my car was when I had a sports car. To a degree, it's actually a conversation starter.
If you want to pick up women, get a small classic car. For some reason they eat that **** up.
Bible_Belt
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The one guy I knew in college who got the most hot girls drove a 1980s ford escort wagon, no lie. He had a recent ex model in playboy, and my buddy was his neighbor. We would sit on his porch and drink, and see the girls come and go. That guy slayed.
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What's funny is that I actually have an estate car. I inherited it from my stepdad when he killed himself. It's a bright red Volvo V50 D5. Heated power leather seats and all that. It's actually quite a nice car. It would be perfect for touring European rollercoaster parks, all the way up to the Arctic Circle. Sounds like an adventure.
But it's rotting away on the driveway in England, and I'm in Italy. Quite apart from the fact it's right hand drive which would be a pain here, it's too long to enter and exit my courtyard without doing at the very least a three, most probably five point turn. Imagine doing that every time I enter or leave my house. I scratched up my Z4 and my subsequent GTD VI and they're significantly smaller than the Volvo. What a stress.
Also, it's a five cylinder diesel. A solid iron lump of an engine that probably takes ages to even warm up. Not to mention drinks like a camel. Unless I'm working many miles away each day, that engine will not enjoy pootling around our miniscule, traffic choked alleyways we call roads here. Its 18 inch wheels (can't fit 17s as the brakes are too big) will suffer like Jesus with all the potholes we have (and we pay by far, far and away the highest road tax in Europe here, go figure). It was a pothole the size of a bathtub that nearly destroyed my Z4 and that same night I swore to get rid of it. I was fitting a new tyre every month to the GTD. Ultrac Sessantas, hard to source.
Blargh. I'd like to keep it but I should probably just sell it when I can fly to England. Been wanting a Fiat Coupe 20V Turbo for ages now. Gotta scratch that itch.
only as long as your car is better than her car, even welfare moms got tidy 3 series BMW's in the UK
Kotaix
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"She's Out of Your League"
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.
