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.
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.
You might as well go for this. This seems like a more realistic option.And liberal, hot and blond. Smash or run?
You can skip the expensive cars, the fancy clothes, and the endless gym selfies. Completely unnecessary.
I used to freeze the second a beautiful woman looked my way. Frustrated. Awkward. Watching other guys walk away with the girl while I stood there tongue-tied.
Then I discovered 22 simple rules that rewired my entire dating life. The anxiety vanished. Conversations flowed effortlessly. Women started chasing me for a change.
These rules trigger a woman's subconscious attraction switches. And you can start using them tonight.
40 no kids and hot? that's rareAnd liberal, hot and blond. Smash or run?
Somehow 40 and hot are mutually exclusiveAnd liberal, hot and blond. Smash or run?
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.
Somehow 40 and hot are mutually exclusive![]()
That usually means she is a psycho. That's the biggest red flag there is for a woman. That isn't a plus, that's a huge minus.40 no kids and hot? that's rare
Correction: a little crazy makes for great sechs.I say smash.
The question is can you put up with what comes out of her mouth for long enough to figure out if she's crazy. Never stick your **** in crazy.
This is the way.Or smash then run?
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.
Do you have a face that go with that?
I do but you’ll never see it…why da fuk would I post up a fwbs picture here? /facepalmDo you have a face that go with that?
How do I know she has a good looking face?I do but you’ll never see it…why da fuk would I post up a fwbs picture here? /facepalm
I frankly don’t give a f*ck what you think, chances are all of my plates are hotter than anything you could ever get even in the same postal code with. You’ll have to take my word for it, especially since you’re on a board looking for men to pic put a of their fwbs.How do I know she has a good looking face?![]()
Don't be surprised if you invite a certain measure of ridicule when trying to brag on the internet. Why did you post that photo to begin with?I frankly don’t give a f*ck what you think, chances are all of my plates are hotter than anything you could ever get even in the same postal code with. You’ll have to take my word for it, especially since you’re on a board looking for men to pic put a of their fwbs.
The thirst is real.
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.