You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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'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.
Alright that put some sense into my head. I was abusive. In one fight I shoved her, she felt on her back on the bed (I knew the bed was behind her) then I went on top of her and tried to rip her clothes apart. It was in a jokinly sexual way but still abusive and agressive. I wanted to scare her because she was acting like a **** lately, we were both drunk. She kicked me out after that. I apologized many times. Then she reached out several times because our kids are friends, she seemed she had forgotten the past but kept her distance a bit and tested me, I got triggered and insulted her, called fat ***** and told her off. Again apologized this time I got blocked. She is been gone now for 4 weeks silent.It will give her a nice ego boost of knowing that you're still pining over her. It will probably make her day. You're removing whatever uncertainty there is after no contact, into comfort.
It looks like you're at her service, like a good reliable dog.
You've been thinking about her and her daughter everyday? This confirms in her mind that you must be a loser without options. Attraction unfortunately doesn't follow the romantic rules of Disney.
I believe that writing down what's on your mind is a good self-therapy practice and there is a point to it, but never send it away. This letter was for you and you only. You've apologized once, which was one time too much already. Women despise weakness, even if you were at fault, remember that. I know there's no logic behind it but attraction doesn't follow logic.
Now erase it.
No Contact means no contact.I got good news today.. I was invited to be a partner in a small business. They are gonna give me a car for the specify work and I can drive it as much as I want off working hours.
I already have a job and a company car. Now I will have 2 jobs, 2 cars, I'm getting my own place next month and moving my son to live with me. He lives abroad with his mother.
When i was with my ex I had nothing and I was unemployed.
How can I show her these changes? Would be OK to write her in couple of months to let her now how much I've changed? She said one of the reasons she left me is because I wasn't ambitious
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'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.