Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
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.
Hehe, whereabouts in Sweden do you live? I am located in Göteborg.Originally posted by Lifeforce
It's hard to percieve it in any other way. If you wanna bust my chops, the first line would be sufficient.
Cool lift anyway, 180 is pretty strong, double your weight. I'm at 150 kg at 80.5 with shoes and clothes and food. Only been training for 11 months and I had a heart problem which kept me from improving my deads for many months. But now I go for 200 kg, hopefully I'll be there in august. Good luck with your training.
Hehe, det var verkligen inte meningen att låta överlägsen - det var ju någon som frågade vad det betydde... tänkte bara att man kunde hjälpa till genom att rätta stavningen.Originally posted by Lifeforce
Trevligt med en annan svensk här alltså! Vill inte va ett arsle mot dig, ditt inlägg kändes lite överlägset, ledsen om jag överreagerde. Jag är en norrköpingsbo.
Tack mannen! har du någon journal nånstans?
Secrets don't make friends!!!trevligt med en annan .... unintelligible gibberish...
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.
OR does it?Originally posted by semag
gah, wtf!!!
Secrets don't make friends!!!![]()
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.
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.