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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Did the woman said something along the lines of: Is that a wad of cash you're carrying in your pocket or are you happy to see me?I am remembering something @Pan87 once posted awhile back about sitting next to a woman leaning back on his chair with his legs slightly apart and how she couldn't help notice his huge bulging crotch.
Personally, and I admitted this at the time, that got me going, it triggered my imagination and it took me awhile to shake the visual image.
Never done it. Kind of pointless and way too thirsty. If she wants to see my D she have to meet up and get it.