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.
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.
.............. .IBreatheSpears said:
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.
Vulpine said:For my gal's birthday a couple weeks back, I set the stage for "buttsex and ice cream" a week in advance.
Her: "What are you getting me for my birthday?"
V: "Buttsex and icecream".
Her:
V: "You'll see."
I mentioned it a couple times during the week to keep her wondering. Her birthday came, the party was had, and after the dust settled that Sunday...
V: "Ready for some ice cream?"
Her: "YeesS!"
We had a sex session. After I made sure her other holes were satisfied, I finished in her ass. With my cøck (and load) still inside, I told her:
V: "Now, hold it while I pull out. Then, you are going to keep my load in there while we go get ice cream."
Her: "But..."
V: (before she can finish) "You've had diarrhea before, it won't be a problem. No cheating, either. You're going to show me that you're a good girl when we get home."
Her: "Okay." *clenching ass while I pull out*
So it happened: we got ice cream. While there, she even "upped the ante" by deciding she wanted to order a pizza, sit there and eat it, THEN leave with an ice cream cone.
V: "Check out that hottie! She looks like she's carrying around a load in her ass, too. Should I go ask her?"
Lots of fun.
Once we got home, she went to the bathroom (door left open).
Her: *wet fart and toilet splattering noises coming from bathroom*
V: (in other room) "GOOD GIRL!!! You just graduated to 'buttsex and SUSHI'!"
I didn't need to see that mess.
Man, I gotta tell you... the look in her eyes the whole time?
LOVED IT.
She's had freaky sh¡t done to her before, but this? Owned.
Did I mention that she paid for everything?
Speak your mind.No.Danny said:
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.
it was weird.
.....................CrimsonPanther said:we pissed on each other in the shower
sex in public places is kinda usual for me, the freakiest one was when she gave me a handjob on a concert, we were on the second floor balcony, and when i finished, i cvmmed on the crowd on the first floor.
Actually, girl is very much "ON" the chain._sideways_ said:
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
