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.
What gave you this dumb idea. I have traveled through out south and centralBigJimbo said:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
That was a post by Pook. He claimed that when he was super skinny fat chicks hit on him all the time, but when he started lifting weights and putting on muscle the fat chicks stopped approaching him. His theory being that fatties like skinny guys, but won't approach a muscular guy because a guy who works out is going to prefer women that work out and will be out of the fatties league.SrDedosRapidos said:
That would be exactly it.Dust 2 Dust said:
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.
SrDedosRapidos said:
He also said he was pretty tall, 6 something. So he went from being a tall skinny guy that attracted fat girls without doing anything. To becoming a buff tall guy who intimidated fat girls.Dust 2 Dust said:
Hahaha, well that is pretty much my plan.Bluntmaster said:
Nicaragua and Brazil have NOTHING in common. One is an immigrant country and the other isn't. You are more likely to see a blonde blue-eyed girl in Brazil than California. Hell, much of Brazil is mostly blondes. Obviously you have never been. Anyone who has would NEVER compare the two. That is like comparing Brazil with Mexico. Different cultures and different ethnic groups. Only dumb Americans think South America is like Mexico or Central America.Mistic said:
Hahaha ****ing quality, and yes good news. That's not far off from how I want to look one day.
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.
Yeah, KK is a beast. He's 6'3" and around 275lbs. I have no Idea how he keeps that much muscle with little bodyfat.Furyguy said: