"She's Out of Your League"

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.

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FIELD REPORT - Online Pickup, Solid 9

Amw406

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MurdocIsGod said:
Thanks but not really as it was a fake profile and probably a man :( though I have gone through the exact same thing with many other girls, check out the other I posted, I got some more from a few days ago but though successful I think they're kind of embarassing because I was saying weird ****...

And it's not really my style but to be honest what I noticed was that if I went in like "hey what's up" I'd get stuck in these "friendly" conversations and it was hard to break out... So I started stating interest from the get go and now when a girl responds it's on.
that's why I skip greetings, and just go directly into conversation. Try "I need a female opinion on something" or tell some rediculous story. This takes the guard down. Just try to end the story with some ****y comedy like "sometimes its hard being such a sex symbol."
 

"She Liked You in March. It's October Now."

Attraction runs on a clock.

She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.

The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."

One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.

Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.

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