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.
Probably because you weren't a well known gangster known for spending big money and killing people.Big Overseas 1 said:In my younger days I once tried that joe pesci move on a girl in college. I pulled her head down to my crotched while she was talkin' a lot but she wouldn't go for it.
She wound up gettin' mad & gettin' outthe car. Shyt don't workout like that in real life. Guess she wasn't a fan of that movie. Heh.
WayOfTheDragon said:Casino is my favorite movie off ALL time. It's nice to see this many people appreciate this hidden gold of a movie. I've always said though it's not as great as GoodFellas, but I've always enjoyed Casino more.
The scene when Pesci has the meeting with the banker in De Niro's living room, the argument Pesci and De Niro get into after the banker leaves is my favorite moment in movie history. The only thing that compares to it, to me, is Anthony Hopkins scenes as Hannibal Lecter in Silence of The Lambs.
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.
Thats what I'm talking about!The Mad Ghost said:"Hey, you fat irish pr!ck, you put my money to sleep, you go get my money or i'll put your fvcking brains to sleep"
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.