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.
Trust me - I wish you were right about it being 100% trolling -- but I am not convinced it is.
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.
This.
He's real. Another (female) member of SS lives in the same county as him. They were going to meet up, but she said he drove her crazy she had to block him due to the amount of messages he sent her. It's not that he's dense, it's because he's, well, special and a little slow.
You have a bromance going on with biggoal. That's textbook "how to mess things up" 100%. Hope your bromance works out with biggoal though.
So within 20 miles OLD has hardly anyone on there active and POF some landwhales. Even Bumble can go days without hardly any new on there unless it's a flight attendant at the airport down the street. Otherwise, gotta put the settings to 30 miles.
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.
Hardly.
If you killed a set up of a date because you sent a bunch of messages then it really does not matter what you say at this point. Your location does not matter because your head is not right. Even I cant mess up things like that. That actually takes skill. You see, the average guy understands trial and error. You should have learned some game basics by now such as keeping your desperation to yourself and gauging a woman's interest level. If your interest level is 100% and hers is 50%, her 50% is going to go lower and you end up friendzoned or you just scare her off. It doesn't matter what you think about her and writing more emails to her isn't going to make her like you because it just lowers your value further. It shows you have no options and nobody wants you.