nice story...except your forgot marriage is playing with fire....dont be too sure about it......with marriage the magical fear of you walking away ends because you are trapped with marrital law and kids and her mission(to cage you) was successful.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
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 think that's the most inspirational thing you've written yet. That's very well put.Originally posted by PVSSY-EATER
In the end, gentlemen, I pray that we all live the lives we dream for, and that we all gain the respect we desire, and when it is our times to die, that we die proud, that we lived the life we wanted, and passed on our wisdom, to the next generation of newbies, who need inspiration, just as we did.
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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.
Somehow it doesn't seem being able to think freely in that situation would make it any better. You could think, i am may never see my girl again, family whatever.even if you get captured by terrorists, bound up and gaged. You are still free to think whatever you like. You always have that choice.
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.