Getting laid is like eating icecream. Do you have a "game" plan for eating icecream?If so, please explain this 'unique' game of yours.
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.
Getting laid is like eating icecream. Do you have a "game" plan for eating icecream?If so, please explain this 'unique' game of yours.
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.
If ice cream was hard to get, would you obsess over it as well?What the fvck is that supposed to mean? And how is that something pragmatic that can benefit anyone?
Hey guys here that are struggling! Eat ice-cream.
You are speaking nonsense.
Finally answer the question after 3 times, do you get laid consistently with the game that you preach - or not.
If not, why preach it? Makes no sense to me. I'm trying to make sense where there probably is none.
And answer the other question of whether you find women as friends to be a value, and whether this is part of your game.
ice cream is fvcking amazing brah, bad exampleIf ice cream was hard to get, would you obsess over it as well?
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.