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.
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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.
Typical what I see on old and irl down here in fl. Never seen more land whales until I moved back to fl.
Quite playing BG. We all know you'd hit lizzo in ten seconds flat if she said, BG, come f uck me.
Oh hell no!! I'd rather have the hot 50 year old teacher!
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.
I call BS. You'd like Ms. Hippo. She can suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you. Hit her up on Twitter. Wait a minute, aren't you like 125 LBS wet? She's like 3 times your size.. Hmm, make sure she doesn't roll over on ya.
I think that if I were like that horny turtle, and my job was to save the species by porking gals like Lizzo, I'd say that it was time for the species to die.WARNING WARNING WARNING. Do not click on link IF you are eating or drinking anything.
Lizzo Rocks Strappy Gold Swimsuit on Heels of Jillian Michaels Remarks
Lizzo rocked the hell out of a tiny, metallic gold, one-piece swimsuit.
Yep. Never mind all the health effects that being overweight/obese can bring. Don’t think about the future. Instead “you go girl!” “yasss queen” “so beautiful”.
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.
women dont think about the future lol
I agree! Men put these women on a pedestal and need to stop doing that.
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.
That's what you see a lot of times...super skinny dudes with land whales. No idea what that is about.
You f uck tubs of lard?
That's disgusting.
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.
