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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
haha no first time bro. but theres a mall close to my house and they sell lifestyles brand in the bathroom. Think i should trust it?Patrick124 said:you're gonna hate the feeling of a condom, that is assuming you've fvcked without one.
Trojan Ultrathins.
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.
I went and bought a regular sized one, and a small fitting one, just to see which one fit me best. The small one was too small and the average one was just about right.supajsilver2 said:I wouldn't trust it any more than I trust there isnt traces of sh*t all over the floor. Go to a drug store/711/whatever.
why stop at the drug store after the party. keep a couple in your wallet, pocket, or car. just be mature dude, make sure you understand your priorities, and you can handle all the consquences for your actions.saber101 said:I went and bought a regular sized one, and a small fitting one, just to see which one fit me best. The small one was too small and the average one was just about right.
So here's whats happening on friday. I'm going to my friends party with this chick thats madly in love with me. Im driving her there and back, shell be drinking and i wont. So im pretty much in. Do you think that if all goes well i could just stop at the drug store after the party if i need to?
Noooooo.PleasureKing said:why stop at the drug store after the party. <b>keep a couple in your wallet, pocket</b>, or car. just be mature dude, make sure you understand your priorities, and you can handle all the consquences for your actions.
~good luck, be safe, have fun.
PleasureKing
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.
You used it to jack off?PRMoon said:These condoms suck. They burn slightly and my arms litterally gave out last night and I didn't get my rocks off. I was very unsatisfied.
I'm sticking with the ultra thins...unless I'm with a girl who I want to teach a lesson to.
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.