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.
If by some miracle she passes the boner test, I would do it for the PS5 alone.
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.
Another user tried to spin some B.S narrative against me and he got served up on a plate (excuse the pun)
Again...this is all attempted justification on your part for not doing a better job initially screening these women and attempting to deflect that onto others.Another user tried to spin some B.S narrative against me and he got served up on a plate (excuse the pun)
Seriously i really don't know what point you want to make , you clearly have a bad case of superiority complex which you're desperately trying to impress on me but i really don't care
i have repeatedly stated that i wasn't sure about this chick BUT since when did would you drop a plate because you aren't sure
you can still have sex and keep it casual
Since sugar dad has become apparent i've called it a day because that is way beyond my boundary
I simply wanted to know how was best to end it given i thought she was highly likely mentally unstable
I didn't come here asking for a lecture on how to treat or term plates.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Can you enlighten us then on how exactly we are supposed to screen for a phantom sugar daddy ?
Stop ignoring the red flags she is presenting. Women don't have phantom sugar daddies with 0 other red flags.
We are talking real life here, not fantasy land.
