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.
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.
You actually talk about this load of wank with your mates?CLOONEY said:Whats the difference talking about this to your mates, or talking about it on the net?
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.
asdMicrophone Fiend said:are you REALLY discussing beauty paegants online
He probobly just wanted to see beautiful women. Thats the only reason I watch it sometimesMicrophone Fiend said:are you REALLY discussing beauty paegants online
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.
Yap Yap, and every 2nd post of yours is hanging from my nuts b!tching and moaning, As much as I dont mind my own groupies its bordering on being a bit fruity when its a guy, wake up to yourself Liberace.diplomatic_lies said:^^^
Hey t!tboy, why do all your posts reek of bitterness? It seems every 2nd post you make is a whine about...well, everything.
Personally, I thought Miss Australia was cool, despite the fact she's from Queensland.
I would have picked you for the type who brings out the popcorn when this estrogen fuelled sh!t stinks up the T.V, but youve proved me wrong, well done, you might not be a lost cause after all.spider_007 said:i watched it - for like 10 seconds.
I just thought the girls ware ugly.
don't get me wrong i'd fvck them all if I had the chance, but i see girls in reall life who are more "butifull" then those.
and on top of that they say; "i wanna change the world, by helping poor people" OH GIVE ME A FVCKING BREAK. What a fvcking joke. When did one of those ever change "the world" (other then the publicity stunts.)