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.
Next Monday you'll feel more confident. After the gym you'll feel more confident. After one more drink you'll feel more confident. After you get a better haircut, a better jacket, a better job.
You've been "getting ready" for two years.
She's standing ten feet away right now. She'll be gone in four minutes. No amount of preparation will manufacture the courage that only comes from moving your feet.
Walk over. Stumble through the first sentence. Let it be clumsy. Let it be imperfect. You will feel more alive in those ten seconds than you have all month.
LostAndConfused said:
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.
coder said:
I asked her about that check out the reply:LostAndConfused said:
Play the Game said:
most girls have depression.. and headaches... Their brains work extra hard to create these two things.My Name is Nobody said:
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.
Randallpink83 said:
pushing her buttons and pushing her away. Let her chase you now.
Sounds like she's wants to discuss her problems with you which you'll be automatically friend-zoned.
stylemaker said:
I don't think she'll be chasing him any time soon, possibly with the exception of out her door with a broom.stylemaker said:
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.
LOL.. I think there's still some chasing left in her.Play the Game said:I don't think she'll be chasing him any time soon, possibly with the exception of out her door with a broom.
Funny.. let's hope history repeats itself here. The situation was NOT bad at all. She gave me the "LJBF" line a few weeks ago, but still game over that weekend and we shagged.Zaraza said:
It meant that you put too much pressure on her when she had other things going on in her life whether you did it confidently or not. Should have focused on spinning other plates and let her come to you if and when she was ready. Besides, you guys weren't really dating, you were just occasional FBs, don't treat the relationship as if it was something that it never was.My Name is Nobody said:
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.