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.
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.
Those chicks turn me on.taiyuu_otoko said:Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
...but would totally still bang.taiyuu_otoko said:check out the movie after porn ends. It's on netflix.
They talk to middle ages porn has-beens. No makeup, and past their prime. Absolutely hideous, uneducated, trailer trash, loud and obnoxious people that you would DREAD living next to.
Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
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.
What's with all the crying? There's no crying in Baseball or porno.taiyuu_otoko said:check out the movie after porn ends. It's on netflix.
They talk to middle ages porn has-beens. No makeup, and past their prime. Absolutely hideous, uneducated, trailer trash, loud and obnoxious people that you would DREAD living next to.
Those are the kind of gals you're jackin to.
Saw her in the gym today... With a guy who I presume is her boyfriend lol. HHHHNNNNGGGG mother of god her body is kerazy for 32-33. Pretty sure they drove off in a Mercedes. Figures...Korrupt said:Lol wow. The Internet is a scaaaaarrrrrry place.
Didn't think I'd actually find her, but just for the hell of it I decided to search for her on Facebook. I checked a few of my "friends'" friend lists by searching her first name. No luck with that, so I decide to straight up search for her using Facebook's "search" option. I input her first name and my city of residence, and, amazingly, I find her in seconds. I then go to Google and search her full name (from Facebook) out of curiosity. I end up finding her date of birth, first six digits of her phone number, a very recent article where she was pictured and mentioned, and, most frightening of all, her address.
Be safe out here, boys... :nervous:
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
I never understood that either, how can you crush on a chick who has had numerous dudes bust nuts in her mouthdvjackson said:I don't know how a man could crush on a porn star, no matter how attractive she is otherwise I'm turned off by the fact that she takes **** for a living.