joecollapoppa
Banned
You just don't understand how its like being me
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.
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.
Why, are you on like, triple-probation?? Next time these girls come at you, f**king stand your ground like a man, snatch up one of the b!tches and shake the ever-loving $hit out of her. Scream in her face if you have to, drop a couple dozen F-bombs.Originally posted by joecollapoppa
You just don't understand how its like being me![]()
So she's like a knight in shining armour and you're the damsel in distress?They hit me and my girl stops them.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Either you are making all of this up or your a real B*TCH... yes as in you have no balls..My boys got my back though, they help me beat the girls. Some of my boys be gettin hurt too. This College aint no joke
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
and my favorite......I be teasing them too, I got spunk, guts and moxy.
hahaha you're a worthless hobbit but at least you're entertaining.Anyways imma fight these girls. Cuz its time for joe to shine.
LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Originally posted by joecollapoppa
Now they actually look for me.
Its a shame when a brotha gotta sneak around his college like metal gear solid.
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.
I thought you said you fight back? Your problem is you're too much of a Joecolapoppa and too little of a Soda Popinski.Originally posted by joecollapoppa
They hit me and my girl stops them.
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.