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.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
haha sweet.Originally posted by fender85
"I was deciding which one of you I wanted . . ."
Also...asked her if she thought cats would like grilled tuna and egg flavor, and how I thought it strange that they have all this tuna and steak flavored cat food, as if centuries ago wild cats were roaming the earth, diving into the ocean and hunting tuna, or singlehandedly taking down cows. Also talked about how I thought they should have field mouse and bird flavored cat food, as my cat seemed to prefer them. Also a highly successful little opener.
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.
I dated a really tall chick one time, was awesome.Originally posted by The Bad Ass Canadian
I walked up to this really tall model-looking girl... she had to be about 6'6"...... she was REALLY tall.
I had this rediculous over exagerrated, funny, goofy expresson on my face, all wide-eyed and sh!t, and i just burst out in an overblown Jim Carrey style
"Holy fvck, you're tall!!!!!!! you must get ALL the chicks!!!!"
she saw that i was just being a goof ball, so she busted up laughing. I never thought it would work, and expected to get slapped or worse by this mammoth chick, but she was really cool about it. Needless to say i was in a crazy mood so i didn't really care what the outcome was either way. I never picked her up, but we had a good convo, and she was a wicked chick... just too tall for me, hahaha.
Just curious: tall compared to you or to girls in generalOriginally posted by Tomb
I dated a really tall chick one time, was awesome.
She's 6'3.Originally posted by sparky1981
Just curious: tall compared to you or to girls in general
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.