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 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.
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.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
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.
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near 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...
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.