prairiedog24
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Edit: oops, posted in the wrong thread.
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 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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Azudragon and I look up too you snow dog! You should check out Blueprint Decoded by Tyler Durden, man its babylonian for sure. I have one question, how do you react when people say "your so different" when they didn't believe you couldn't change,, and the girls who wouldn't want to to talk to you, but now are trying to befriend you? What toyou do, when the old H.S bullies that never invited you to their parties, now want to be your friend and hangout?snowdog said:I'm too drunk right now to type a complete story. But all I can say is, that I'm a natural flirter now. In every situation with girls, I'm the most charming guy you'll see. I just don't know yet how to turn it into a number/kiss/f@#% close yet.
I'm having a bit of a problem with mood swings, ya know? Most of the time I feel great, even awesome. I just don't care what others think of me. When people try to break my balls I own them still. When I'm good, I'm the f*cking best, and I'm serious. But sometimes I get depressed, which really sucks. I'm aware of it happening and I can't do much about it but wait till it's over.
I'm aware that little chat I have evey once in a while with my therapist isn't for nothing. I still can't believe how people destroyed so much of me during my childhood. I'm not saying this because I want you to feel sorry for me, it's just that it's true. There are situations where I just lose control, because I just miss a piece that I need to get a hold of situations like that. I talk about that sh*t, and it keeps my mind occupied because I'm still dealing with it, subconsciencly. I'm away in my head sometimes. That's also the reason why I was in a car crash a month or so ago. I was so occupied with my sh*t that I crashed head-on into a f*cking bus. I'm not kidding. The car was totaled. I'm lucky to even be alive. If I'd had been in a sh*tty car I'd had a steering wheel in my eye and an engine in my stomach. I'm sharing this to show you what an unbelievable burden I have to deal with. It can keep me so occupied I can't even do a thing that even the dumbest retards can do: driving a car. You find it strange that I haven't got the time yet to learn how to deal with the opposite sex?
I'm getting better, much better every day. But I'm not there yet.
Believe me, I will get there eventually. And when I do, I will f*cking reign that sh*t. Mark my words. Eveything I have tried in the past that was hard for me, I succeeded, and I did it with f*cking flying colors. I just kept working on it till I got it. That's why I can play every solo Slash and Jimmy Page have played, that's why I can play pretty much everyone off the stage with my guitar, that's why I owned pretty much everyone at skateboarding when that was my sh*t. I broke bones, I spent hours and hours and hours trying the same licks. But I succeded eventually.
I don't give a sh*t. I really don't. This is my goal now, and nothing can f*cking stop me.
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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.
Thanks guys. That's awesome.Azudragon and I look up too you snow dog! You should check out Blueprint Decoded by Tyler Durden, man its babylonian for sure. I have one question, how do you react when people say "your so different" when they didn't believe you couldn't change,, and the girls who wouldn't want to to talk to you, but now are trying to befriend you? What toyou do, when the old H.S bullies that never invited you to their parties, now want to be your friend and hangout?
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.
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.