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.
Hahaha nice.Desdinova said:As a self-proclaimed nazi, I'm moving this thread to "Anything Else"
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Awww - you worried about who your new babysitter will be bro?Bumsniff said:If the current mods were to leave SS and never post on another site again who would you want to be the new mods of SS? If anyone? And would you continue to stay here?
Those are actual requirements...That, and you have to have killed someone.5string said:All the mods here have multiple felonies, can't find their a$$ with both hands, a searchlight and GPS.
I like these guys.
It's more fun here...True story. Cleared my mailbox out, went to sleep, woke up the next morning..."You have 78 new messages!" F!ckBible_Belt said:I was a mod on Senor Fingers' spin-off forum, which was fun while it lasted...the forum more so than the mod part. I never realized how much people complain behind each other's back until I was on the list to get the "report this post" emails.
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.
Purefilth said:Awww - you worried about who your new janitors will be bro?
goundra/twentee/timothymcveigh/etc etc etcBumsniff said:who would you want to be the new mods of SS?
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.