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.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
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.
Camera streamed though a cell phone INet, probably hacked (I don't know anything else, unless you got another buddy around with a laptop having that bluetooth connection.dunno how the visual would work...
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Send her a text telling her to get the fvck out!sav said:now the girl im with right now, id ont know what her problem is, i guess her interest level isnt there, but as soon as she gets off the phone, she's gone.. sucks, i actually liked her! but its kind of disrespectful even if she doesnt understand it...
hah, i should huh...Francisco d'Anconia said:Send her a text telling her to get the fvck out! :cuss:
Either text her or call her just to make it sink in, either way she'll get the message. :crackup:sav said:hah, i should huh...
its pissing me off like none other... just waiting till she's done to tell her to get her things and run along...
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.
Francisco d'Anconia said:Dude, I thought you were going to kick her to the curb. Do you think you can actually turn this thing around?
I would have treated this as a test...Docs said:How to Solve this Problem.
"Hey Biatch, what's more important, talking to your slutty friend or being on a date with me?"
- Forces her to pick
- Really displays that hidden Alpha Male side
- Displays sexualness
- Displays independance, the 'take no shiit" attitude.
Yeah, there's a KBDJ post for you! :crackup:
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.