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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
If you disregard the posts by women, you're missing the essence of that site.zekko said:Not much different from here. I realize I only looked at a small sample size though. And I disregarded all the posts by women. But it wasn't wall to wall wussies as I was led to believe here.
zekko said:You know, they always talk about how AFC Loveshack is here so I finally decided to wander over there and see what the fuss was about. I only looked at about three threads but I was pretty shocked by what I read:
There was one guy who had certain characteristics he wanted out of a girl and wasn't willing to compromise. There were a number of people saying don't be a nice guy and that women like men who put them in their place. And another guy complaining about the double standard that it's okay for women to hit men but not for men to hit women.
Not much different from here. I realize I only looked at a small sample size though. And I disregarded all the posts by women. But it wasn't wall to wall wussies as I was led to believe here.
This makes me blush....jophil28 said:Got an email from my girl in Chicago. Turns out that she is also a Travel Writer.
She has tossed me an invite to meet her on St Barth for a week...and she has no problem with "getting naked ".
Freekin' villas there start at about $4K per week.
Also asked me if I wanted another photo of her, with the comment "Are you a T or A man."
Jeez, whats a guy to do ??![]()
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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.