Rolled Stones
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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.
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.
Where's your photo? Bravo to the OP for putting himself out there and being secure in himself. That's what this site preaches.Ronaldo7 said:It looks like your mom still tells you what to wear. What kind of fruitcake wears a hat like that?
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.
The OP obviously doesn't have much concern for his privacy by posting his picture.expos said:Where's your photo? Bravo to the OP for putting himself out there and being secure in himself. That's what this site preaches.
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.
Exactly. People do care about how their appearance is when making an impression too.Chicks be shallow brah. As much as guys are in my opinion.
Women are more shallow than men? What is wrong with this statement...oh yeah right :crackup: Generalizing!Mike32ct said:I think women are more* shallow than men. I don't think it's equal. It can't be equal, or there wouldn't be hypergamy.
Take a girl and a guy, both with 5 looks, and send them both into a bar to find a partner for the night. Which one is more likely to get laid?
My money is on the chick because finding a guy who isn't shallow. As for the guy, we should buy him a drink as a consolation prize before he goes home watch porn lol.
*I'm just taking about looks here. Money and/status are wildcards outside the scope of this discussion.
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.