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.
Go pound your bible somewhere else bro. That sh!t ain't flying here.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Lmao James Franco is freakin hilarious. Underrated actor.
Another sh1t dipper. Clearly buttholes are your thing, which begs the question: how come you prefer a-hole over vagina? Think about it for a moment... Gay men obviously fantasise about anuses; normal, straight guys fantasise about pvssy, breasts, etc. And don’t give me that crap that it’s tighter - you’re sticking your flesh in a tunnel of stinking sh1t, which isn’t designed for sex anyway, hence producing no natural lube other than sh1t.
Another homophobic bible toter. Preach about how God wants you to love everyone then hate anyone who is gay or lesbian. Or who doesn't share your narrow views of morality. Makes sense.
I'd say you're 333, just half evil.
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.