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.
you sound like a girl who got played! don't be that way!Originally posted by kk2004
, she would always hold my hand and try to comfort me and make me feel good, she realli treated me like a king, she would love me and call me like 4 times a day, we would stand on the beach together, and just watch the horizon. She would write letters to me and tell me about great love.
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.
This is proof that there are two type of men in this world: weak and strong! This is a very weak man here.Originally posted by Metalixia
Don't listen to any of this.
Do what YOU wanna do. Even if things do go tits up, it'll mean alot more from you, learning from your own mistake, than doing what some sad **** in an internet forums tells you is cool.
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.
Originally posted by kk2004
My gf broke up with me, and she told me she doesnt think she could ever feel the same way about me agian bcuz i have some very bad qualites such as being very possesive, and that i lose control over my emotions, and im also insecure. She said she cant be with somebody with such bad qualites that a year later from now, she is going to end up regretting it anyway, because the last guy she dated was also like that. She says its not fair that she puts her self through pain and suffering to end up getting hurt again later on down the road. She figures that it would be just easier for her to not be together.
The thing that sucks is that im 19, and Im alone now, she was my first gf, and I lost my virginity to her on the 5th or 6th date. She was a freak, too and she cared about me alot too, she would always hold my hand and try to comfort me and make me feel good, she realli treated me like a king, she would love me and call me like 4 times a day, we would stand on the beach together, and just watch the horizon. She would pick me up in her car three times or twice a week, everyday from the mall, cuz thats the farthest she could travel on her car. She was hot and she was italian too. She would write letters to me and tell me about great love.
I feel so bad, bcuz we met bcuz of such great chance, I rarely talk to gurls, that day i found the strength to talk to her, was a very rare day, put myself out there, i wasnt afraid. Imagine the odds of finding anohter girl.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
Originally posted by kk2004
My gf broke up with me, and she told me she doesnt think she could ever feel the same way about me agian bcuz i have some very bad qualites such as being very possesive, and that i lose control over my emotions, and im also insecure. She said she cant be with somebody with such bad qualites that a year later from now, she is going to end up regretting it anyway, because the last guy she dated was also like that. She says its not fair that she puts her self through pain and suffering to end up getting hurt again later on down the road. She figures that it would be just easier for her to not be together.
The thing that sucks is that im 19, and Im alone now, she was my first gf, and I lost my virginity to her on the 5th or 6th date. She was a freak, too and she cared about me alot too, she would always hold my hand and try to comfort me and make me feel good, she realli treated me like a king, she would love me and call me like 4 times a day, we would stand on the beach together, and just watch the horizon. She would pick me up in her car three times or twice a week, everyday from the mall, cuz thats the farthest she could travel on her car. She was hot and she was italian too. She would write letters to me and tell me about great love.
I feel so bad, bcuz we met bcuz of such great chance, I rarely talk to gurls, that day i found the strength to talk to her, was a very rare day, put myself out there, i wasnt afraid. Imagine the odds of finding anohter girl.
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.