I've never complained to the mods about anyone. That's not my style.Plus any criticism about their incel behaviour will send them crying to mods to ban you, so ignoring them is pretty much the best you can do.
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.
I've never complained to the mods about anyone. That's not my style.Plus any criticism about their incel behaviour will send them crying to mods to ban you, so ignoring them is pretty much the best you can do.
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.
But every time you reply to him you continue this nonsense. Stop replying and see what happens.Just can't anymore...you do whatever you want because that's what you are going to do anyway.
Continuing this convo is pointless
Guess we will find outBut every time you reply to him you continue this nonsense. Stop replying and see what happens.
On the forum, I've mentioned a female coworker whose son is a career felon ladies man.You're a lost cause.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Nor with the vast majority of women who are decades your senior, GM. Make your peace with this, and start pursuing chicks your own age and younger. Heterosexual women crave leadership from their SOs, and men younger than themselves don't provide thatThe bad news: I don't have a chance with her.
Reading between the lines "You possess those negative traits and are also kinda creepy"I ran into my neighbor a short bit ago. She was talking about the 25 year old receptionist again.
I finally managed to tilt the discussion in the direction I wanted. I flat out told her the receptionist is about 20 years younger than I prefer.
So I finally had an in to ask the question I've been wanting to ask: Does my neighbor think the typical 45+ year old woman would find me too young? (Mainly a rhetorical question, meant to fish information out of my neighbor on whether I have a chance with her)
The good news: I got the closure of finding out whether I have a chance with my neighbor without having to officially make a move on her.
The bad news: I don't have a chance with her.
She said "I personally want a 45+ year old man. But some older women would go for a 33 year old man, as long as he lacks the negative traits often found in younger men."
She then mentioned some other qualities she looks for in a man. In addition to my age disqualifying me from getting my neighbor's beaver, I also fall short (no pun intended) of her height requirement.
They call it listcrawler for a reason. There's even a section for milfs.Reading between the lines "You possess those negative traits and are also kinda creepy"
Sheena called itReading between the lines...
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.