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.
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.
What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...ValleyDJing said:see sig.
Jaxon said:What in the heck were you doing watching a Freddie Prinze movie...
And to answer your question yes I have, but only because I'm a tits man and every now and then I need to wash my face with some DD's!
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.
ValleyDJing said:Freddie Prinze?![]()
But +1 on your rep for being a breast man!
Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!Jaxon said::rockon:
ValleyDJing said:Hey man, what can I say? Us breast men need to stick together. We're a dying breed. I'm actually really worried, that the busty girls will start to die off, because they'll stop caring about having large breasts and start caring more about having a large ass. Kinda like a evolution thing...I'm not quite sure how thats gonna work yet, but you get the idea. lol!
Kev07 said:Bro, according to offtopic.com, titties are getting bigger with every generation :rockon:
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.
Oh damn, you suck. I just spewed coffee on my LCD. :crackup:ValleyDJing said:Fat girls are like mopeds and scooters. They're fun until your friend catches you on one.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Impossible to find a link there, **** falls off the first page within minutes if it's not getting responses, and that thread I saw was a while back.ValleyDJing said:If thats true, you made my night man...despite the fact that Tom has decided to be a doushe bag and not let me log in to my myspace. Maintence is being performed...guess what doushbag? IT WAS WORKING JUST FINE DUMBASS!
btw...you should provide a link if possible.
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.