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.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
Was too bust watching Breaking Bad at the time.San Jose California said:Uh, guys, this thread is getting dangerously close to the amount of replies my thread has, that i made about Breaking Bad, 5 months ago... not fair
http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=185985
Serialized3 said:skyler is hot for a 40something chick
I don't know, the scene where Jesse comes to terms that he's the bad guy selling meth to the people in rehab was pretty intense.San Jose California said:I thought it was pretty gay, how, when Jesse was at the drug meeting where Gus handed him a gun, and Jesse made coffee, how after Jesse finished smoking the cigarette outside, he dropped it on the ground and then put it out with his foot. I mean, dude, this is a meth meeting, none of gus's henchmen security guards are gonna care about not being pollution friendly, and he's around a bunch of dirt so nothing will ignite because of the cigarette. He should flicked it a good distance or something and looked cool, considering this.
That scene is rather crappy, right up there with "if you could kill me... I'd already be dead!"
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.