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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
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.
I think they mean the show as a whole.Deus ex Pianoforte said:Oh c'mon now. Joey on Friends was a DJ to the core. And how can you call Kramer and Jerry Seinfeld AFC's? Kramer did what we want, whenever he wanted, with no apologies. Jerry pulled a new woman every other day.
Deus ex Pianoforte said:And how can you call Kramer and Jerry Seinfeld AFC's? Kramer did what we want, whenever he wanted, with no apologies. Jerry pulled a new woman every other day.
How in the fvck can you say Jerry and Kramer are minor characters? They were the life blood of the show.Call_Me_Daddy said:I think they mean the show as a whole.
There are exceptions to every rule. Also, those are the minor charaters in BOTH shows.
I'd also like to add that 70s show.
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.
Jerry was a hack. Sorry. His acting sucked ass especially with that whiny voice he always had.KarmaSutra said:How in the fvck can you say Jerry and Kramer are minor characters? They were the life blood of the show.
80s show? What the hell?That 70's show belongs in the trashbin next to that 80's show. Complete drivel.