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.
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.
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.
Le Parisien said:I would rather sleep with a thin 45 year old woman than a fat chick... Say "NO" to fat chicks!:kick:
This coming from a guy who exclusively goes for the twenty something young girls...![]()
Well in the UK the sizes differ. So a 6-8 is more like your 3-5typical said:Ok size 3-5 = small skinny girl flat chested to a size a bra, small and petite you can bounce her all night long, but she might feel a bit boney to you.
Size 6 = the wonder size, girls look damn hot in this size everyone knows that they are, just skinny enough and have just the right amount of curves, its these girls that turn you rock hard at a moments notice, most of them have A-B size bras some C's but thats rare and hot property.
Size 8-10 = 8 aint that bad looking a bit chubby but you cant tell at all, 10 just a little bit bigger not that much and if she's tall then she'll look normal as hell, they normally have C size bras.
Reread my post buddy, I said "thin 45 year old woman", the stress is put on "thin"...Vince said:a 45 year old fat chick?
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.
Dude, that was a golden opportunity to lose your virginity without having to worry about what the broad thought of your performance.Luke Skywalker said:In my mind I would, but in practise, I had an opportunity to seriously go after a FUG I meet from the internet, and actually passed it earlier this year. She was open to all my sexual fantasies, but I flaked out.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.