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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
Slowly walking away is the best option - you risk opening a whole can of worms otherwise.Jayness said:Any advice? The girl I like has an 8 month old baby. This is tough for me bcause I know the baby is her main priority. What to do?
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.
Reproductive or productive?HeyPachuco! said:Somebody once said on the Mature Forum - on a similiar subject, that it wasn't reproductive to his future. Dealing with a woman who has already been knocked up by somebody else isn't progressive, he gave a Lion/ Pride of Lions analogy and said the King Lion would kill the cubs of his last rival in order to preserve for himself with the Lioness. Which means - dont make anything into long-term basis unless it is reproductive to your future.
Productive - apologies.r0cky said:Reproductive or productive?
katatonia said:Single mothers are to be used for sex only.
...unless raising another man's child is your thing.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Oh this is simple, you DONT. It's not worth it man. Sex is cool but a real relationship with her and her kids will take away more than you expect to earn. Even if she is a good person, she messed up and is now at a disadvantage. Trust when I say she will eventually want you to step up to the plate if you wish to continue seeing her. It's called bait and switch.Jayness said:Any advice? The girl I like has an 8 month old baby. This is tough for me bcause I know the baby is her main priority. What to do?
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.
thiskatatonia said:Single mothers are to be used for sex only.
...unless raising another man's child is your thing.
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.