CapedCrusader08
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All this. This anxiety,this fear,this not moving foward,this not knowing who I am,and what my true principles/morals are. This lack of self confidence,this whatever it is.
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.
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.
CC08; Remember what I said about being grateful for even having a right hand to jerk off with? What do you have to say now?I'd love for anyone to watch this then counter with something as idiotic as:
"I, I just can't approach. I'm not _____________ (insert useless adjective here) enough. "
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.
I visit this basketball forum and there's this guy with the exact same name as yours, I was thinking "I swear I've seen his name before." Well not exactly the same name, he doesn't have the 08, I just thought it was too much of a coincidence as I've never seen anyone else with the name CapedCrusader beforeCapedCrusader08 said:No.not a raptors fan,don't really follow basketball,why do you ask?
You're making the same mistake every second of every day.Oh,yeah,I put myself down,not confidently,that's what caused this one girl I was with before to leave me. I now realize the mistake I made.Well,as in not to do it again.
YOU said it. You're acting as though, if you found a girl right now and got laid, it would solve your problems. Its been proven that it hasn't. If you find a girl right now, she will dump you in no time flat. Then where will you be? Not only lonely and miserable, but heartbroken at the same time. Fix your brain first. So many of us here have been trying to drill this shyt into your head. How can you not want to wake up tommorrow in a good mood?I finally got laid. It didn't solve my problems for me,which is why she left.
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.
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.