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.
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.
She's in Berkeley, so she probably looks something like this:Originally posted by Bible_Belt
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/101753746.html
:crackup:Originally posted by Derek Flint
She's in Berkeley, so she probably looks something like this:
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You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
A shower after ten hours of laundry and before getting your reward
Errr ...wait shes offering to suck d!ck for payment but "tasteful" pictures onlyTasteful pictures are a plus, but don't worry too much if you don't have one. Just convince me that I should let you do my laundry. A couple of spelling and grammar errors won't eliminate you, but you'd be a fool to think it didn't count (if you can't construct a sentence, why would I think you're competent enough to fold my underwear?). Pictures of your johnson (particularly if it shows sores and lesions) will become my new dartboard target and your e-mail will go into my Trash folder.
The really sad part is she's probably received 500 replies and 10 marriage proposals by now - all for coming up with a creative form of prostitution.Ahhh chicks with overblown sense of entitlements