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.
Let me clarify, I could’ve worded this better, “bored with work”*
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
It sounds like you need something to challenge yourself with. What would you do if money and women were no object to you? What's your life mission and vision?Kinda venting, kinda thinking? So I’ll try to keep this brief but, this is an issue I’ve noticed going on in my life. I just find literally everything.. super boring now?
Software engineer job? Same old ish, ho hum.
Side hustle, restaurant job? Meh. Super repetitive.
I shouldn’t be complaining. I work remote at my day job, and since I’m a one person team I don’t have people chasing me around. My side hustle is not bad at all and is just up the road.
Meal prep and gym? Feel like obligations on the same level as cleaning my house. I recognize that they need to be done, so I still do them, but they still feel like obligations. Even cooking, which I used to get hyped about, feels a bit droll & like an obligation as well.
At this point, game and pickup is the only “exciting” thing that I look forward to.
Am I tripping or is this just adulting? My whole philosophy has been “work so that you can live the lifestyle you want” (which is pickup for me.)
Maybe it’s just adulting. Idk why I’m feeling this intense low level boredom throughout the day. I ignored it before but it’s getting worse and worse and worse. There’s so much more I need to learn and do in the game, and with my fitness. I’m making progress. I have so much farther I need to go. So I SHOULDN’T feel this way, yknow?
Wanted to reach out and get ideas. Maybe I just need to be told to “suck it up.”
I do realize that if you want to do the fun “game” part you have to pay the price & do the boring work & life part.
Tbh my main goals have been cold approach, improving my financial situation, & fitness. I used to pursue music as a goal but I haven’t done it in quite a while.
I have a Bachelors in Computer Science.
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.
I'm asking your life vision and mission. Where do you want to be in ten years from now?
Being dead serious here.. being debt free, having a great physique, not having to work a bunch, & do pickup. Other than that, just free time to do whatever. That’s the pragmatic answer. I haven’t thought much further ahead than that haha.
Yeah, I’m realizing the source of this is basically me being like “I’m bored with my job” lol. But it pays well, so it is what it is I guess. I wouldn’t want a super rigid or stressful job.
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.
I appreciate the better response. Since I see "and do whatever," that tells me you should do some writing about yourself and clear up who you are. I see that you've been picking up some ladies recently. The better understanding you have with yourself and the more specific your libido will be.
I get that, but like I said, adding something mentally challenging can break the monotony, and long-term boredom usually happens when your mind isn’t being pushed enough.
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.
Yeah, that’s life. I think my work was just starting to become a drag.
Yeah, I’m motivated in game & fitness for sure, I think my job was just becoming a bit droll lol.
That’s a great mindset tbh. It’s not supposed to be fun all the time.
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.
