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.
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.
He's got an engaging brand. Most guys today have a meltdown at the very thought of themselves as a brand, and cling to desperately to the infantile notion that folks should just love and accept them for who they are, no matter whatSad that this animal gets more female attention than normal good guys.
Being independent and dangerous, rather than obsequious and anodyneWhat brand is 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.
Don't you think he was taking the "dangerous" part a little too far?Being independent and dangerous, rather than obsequious and anodyne
https://www.newsweek.com/wade-wilson-killer-juror-speaks-out-death-sentence-1924665Wilson met Melton at a live-music bar and went home with her on Oct. 6, 2019. The next day, he strangled her to death in her Cape Coral home where her body was discovered.
Ruiz was a bartender and walking to work at a nearby bar when Wilson approached her, asking for directions in a car he stole from Melton's home. Ruiz got in the car where Wilson strangled her and "ran her over until she looked like spaghetti"