She says the movie looks dumb; you suddenly agree. She tests you with a little attitude; you apologize for nothing.
You think you're being easy to get along with. She reads something else entirely: a man with no edges. Nothing to hold on to. No friction, no tension, no reason to wonder what he really thinks.
The "22 Rules" taught me to push back — playfully, calmly, without needing her approval. Strange things happened after that.
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.
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.
Here is the thing BN. These crazy women that you date? With all of the issues and everything else? You are JUST as crazy, maybe more so, than they are.bigneil said:Day 28. While I had fantasized about having two hot Russian women, the truth is that I am now basically married to one and we have a 23 year old daughter.
It's the strangest thing - to realize after only 5 weeks since meeting her that this random phone number turned into both a roommate and romantic relationship, and one that is actually really working.
I've never lived with a girl before, and I realize I like living with her. We have sex pretty much every night now, and she is falling for me for sure. I knew when I got that extended look during dinner. The comfortable silence as Pulp Fiction coined.
The Russian has officially cured me of the Stripper (after 18 months of dating), though I am keeping her on the side. I've realized that by my dating a girl 21 years younger, that now dating a girl 12 years younger is no problem. It's sort of like strength resistance training.
However last night the Russian actually said "My doctor said I have Borderline Personality Disorder". I said "My friends were right! BPD! So it's only a matter of time before I trigger abandonment disorder and you paint me black and the sex stops."
i think cordocordon is getting a hardonhardon for bigneil and his "lucid' threadcordoncordon said:Here is the thing BN. These crazy women that you date? With all of the issues and everything else? You are JUST as crazy, maybe more so, than they are.
If you ever get a lucid moment in that head of yours? Think about that.
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.