Travel memoir21
Master Don Juan
Wait a minute, aren’t you married?Wish us luck!
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.
Wait a minute, aren’t you married?Wish us luck!
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
GF.Wait a minute, aren’t you married?
Lol...point taken.GF.
I’m not trying to pick up girls. Just help my buddy out.
hang out. Drink. Listen to music. Talk to people.
Like with the solo girl dancing by me. I’d have either tried to get him to dance/talk yo her. Or I would have and drawn him into the conversation and then fade.Lol...point taken.
How can you be an effective wing man? You give your buddy pointers, do you talk to the other girls he's with just to help him out? Lol being a wing man sounds fun. I should try it sometime, I always go solo.
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.
That's too much too soon for him.Cute girl dancing solo. Try to get my bud to damce with her. But he wont. Grrrrrr!!!
Well, what do you expect in SF?Place is prerry dead (early) But of course. Gay guy hits on me.
Yeah. Par for the course.Well, what do you expect in SF?![]()
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.
Completely.waste of time
I think his only hope is to Social Circle.I don't see it as a waste of time, if the attempt made you feel like you were doing good by your friend.
If you love the guy, you should take him to a park or a wide area of people for a mini bootcamp and socialize.I think his only hope is to Social Circle.
I have been trying to help this guy for years. Nothing works. I have one more idea though.If you love the guy, you should take him to a park or a wide area of people for a mini bootcamp and socialize.
going to try again. I'm out of airspeed, altitude and ideas. Any suggestions?Wish us luck!
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
He has to want to change and be willing to take action to do it. Nothing YOU do will matter until he wants it more than you do.going to try again. I'm out of airspeed, altitude and ideas. Any suggestions?
We're going out in The City tonight.
Valencia St. Great place.
He sat facing the wall of the club. I met a girl. Shsred a drink & got her name while he stared off. Into space. .He has to want to change and be willing to take action to do it. Nothing YOU do will matter until he wants it more than you do.
Yeah that's a shame really...I still like the effort you put into this.He sat facing the wall of the club. I met a girl. Shsred a drink & got her name while he stared off. Into space. .
going to try again. I'm out of airspeed, altitude and ideas. Any suggestions?
We're going out in The City tonight.
Valencia St. Great place.
He sat facing the wall of the club. I met a girl. Shsred a drink & got her name while he stared off. Into space. .
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.