"She's Out of Your League"
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.
My self-improvement program
- Thread starter snowdog
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"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
Would you want your girl to follow that rule? She's allowed to **** guys as long as she doesn't get penetrated 10 times, so technically it doesn't count as sex?runner83 said:
Congrats tho snowdog, good to see improvement.
Just reporting we met up again and went to the beach. Seeing her in a bikini reminded me how hot she was. Especially a very nice ass. Lots of hot making out and after that texting back and fourth. Her using words like 'passion' and complimenting me on my kissing skills.
Right now I'm out of town but we're gonna meet up again for sure.
This is good & fun!
PlayCold
Don Juan
I Just wanted to say to you: Veel succes en je kan serieus trots op jezelf zijn! Je bent behoorlijk ver gekomen sinds het begin.
Good luck and don't forget the most important thing. To have fun ;-)
"How I Made Sure No Woman Ever Friend-Zoned Me Again"
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.
Well, if you read through my journal, you'd know that I started out at an extremely low point. This post sums it up pretty well.
I'm currently in Florida.
I finally see that now. Getting laid for the first time lifted a huge mental block/insecurity from me. It was something that was just still bothering me. And you are right, I changed myself around completely and getting laid became a byproduct of that.
Thank you. I'm suspecting it's because of the rubber, because once I put that on, I went down pretty much immediately. This happened twice. I bought those XL ones and I don't have the problem anymore.
Thank you, man. That last part is maybe even more valuable in the end. It's so good to not give a sh*t and just be yourself.
Hahhahaha thanks dude.
When I'll get back in NL we should hang out.
**** yea
I went to a bar yesterday with a friend. We just went on a drinking night. He has a girlfriend so he isn't interested in chicks at all and he sort of **** blocked me a couple of times. Weird.
Anyway, we sat at a table and there was this girl who stepped on my toe as she was going to the bathroom and I was like AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! She apologized like a million times and I over-the-top pretended like it hurt really bad and she laughed. On the way back she stopped and she was like sorry, sorry bla bla and I say "don't worry about it, come here, sit down" (pull her down, arm around waist).
She is a smoking hot brunette, like DAYUM! Really really ****ing hot. I guess she's like 26 or something. It turns out she's from Canada and here now for a week visiting friends and leaving tomorrow. We bullsh*t a little while I hold laser-eye contact and still have my arm around her.
Last part of the conversation (sort of):
Girl: "bla bla bla I'm probably older than you think I am"
Snow: "Why do you think that?"
Girl: "Well, I'm not in school anymore"
Snow: "I am, but I'm a late student"
Girl: "Oh alright."
Snow: "You like that?"
Girl: "Yea, I guess."
Snow: "So, you're too old to be crazy now I guess."
Girl: "No I'm not... well maybe."
Snow: "How crazy would you rate yourself, on a scale from 1-10"
Girl: "I guess a 7"
Snow: "You only give yourself a 7? Wow, that sucks!"
Girl: "I guess it's good enough for you you, cos you still have your arm around me"
Snow: "Well that's because I don't believe you're rated just a 7 on that scale. And besides, you also have your arm around me now"
Girl: "I guess I used to be a 9 or a 10 back in the day, but I still got some crazyness in me."
Snow: "I'm not sure if I still believe you now. You'll have to prove it to me"
Girl: "How do you want me to do that?"
And we make out. This went down in 3 minutes. I can see she smiles as we kiss. She moves very slow and sensual and she is probably the best kisser I've had so far. She was amazing with her tongue.
My friend was like "holy sh*t, that was amazing, how do you do that?".
I didn't try to get her number, I know I should have, but I just didn't think about it.
Oh well, it was still pretty damn cool. I pulled it off so smoothly too, it was awesome. I'm slowly getting used to the fact that I can actually do sh*t like this.
This was actually easy. Wow.
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Now that's more like it! Good stuff man!snowdog said:
This is formal confirmation that I have ruled you no longer a virgin.
Your next mission, should you choose to accept it, is to remember that getting laid should only be a small part of your life.
No man of true greatness will ever be remembered for the chicks he banged.
Instead he will be remembered for the worthwhile achievements in his life. Be that man!
PS - and oh yeah, remember to get her number next time
"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
And finally, finally, I found some peace in me. It really feels like taking a vacation now. I won't say I've reached my final goal (hell no!), but getting laid finally is definitely is the biggest milestone I've had in a long, long time. The thing we have going on right now will only last for another few weeks, because she'll be moving to another place quite far away for her career. I view these oncoming weeks as my "resting period" or vacation, if you will. I'm finally having a few weeks off off this whole "game" thing. You guys got to realize, that this was my f*ckin' LIFE GOAL for 4 years. Although I'm doing pretty good, I never gave a sh*t about college, f*ck no. I just wanted to get laid. When I wasn't going out, I spent many nights reading up on how to get a hang of this sh*t. That, or beating myself up and getting f*cking sh*tfaced because I hated myself for not succeeding at this.
And I guess I finally pulled something off. Hell, I got her number on a bus and two days later I had her in bed with me.
I'm beginning to like the smell of p*ssy. Better than coffee, definitely.
The next update may take a while, and that's totally okay.
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"Nervous Around Beautiful Women? There's a Rule for That"
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.
Sh*t is wild. I got bite marks in my neck and scratches on my back. When I had neighbors complain today about loud noise I felt like a champion. lmao.
I really feel good, too. I have a vibe around me now that really attracts chicks. When I'm at the Starbucks or at the library or whatever and I see a hot girl, they usually approach me now. THEY are the ones taking the first step. Simple conversations are instantly very sexy with hot eye contact and **** like that without me having to do anything. And this is during the day! I went to the Starbucks to study today and out of nowhere started a light conversation with a pretty hot girl. She left before I did and when I walked up to my car I noticed she put a note under my windscreen wiper with her number on it.
I guess this is what they call.... RADIATING AWESOMENESS.
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Looooongggg time no update.
And that's a good thing, because I didn't need any place to vent on. And I still don't. I just feel like I owe it to you fella's who are still reading this thing.
So yea, I had to break up with the girl I was with, because of geographical reasons. And it sucked, you know. We were really into each other and we had such a fun and sexual relationship. But that's the way it goes in life. All good things come to an end.
I haven't been out yet since the whole thing, it's only been a week. I'm still getting myself together from the massive jet lag. But oh well. I'm a totally different person than I was half a year ago. I'm mister ****ing awesome. When I walk into a room, I ****ing take over, that ****ing place is mine, and I don't have to work for it. I have a presence about me, just by walking around. I'm mister confidence.
It sucked really hard to leave my tropical paradise and my sweet girl, but I came back a new man. I learned so much in every aspect of my life, it's been an amazing experience that I wouldn't trade for a million Dollars.
The dog is back in town. Hold your ****ing horses.
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I officially decided that I'm not gonna smoke anymore, ease off the drinking, and picking up exercising again. It's getting necessary and I can tell I’m less physically fit than I used to be. Especially smoking really sucks ass. F*ck that sh*t.
I feel like I’m finally getting over the girl I was with in the States, and I’m ready to move on. Call me a p*ssy or whatever for having her in my head for so long, I don’t care. She was my first, and on top of that we were amazing together from start to finish. She was just as crazy as I was. Most guys can’t even deal with me and I never thought I’d find that in a girl.
Well anyway, like I said, it’s time to move on. Amp up the flirtations, closing and going for the goal. Last night, on my first real attempt at doing anything again in a month or so, I number closed a girl on the bus when I was going home. After she gave me the number we talked a bit and it turned out she just turned 17 (she looked at least 20) so I didn’t call her. But still, I got that nice little tickle again as she typed in her number as a bunch of guys watched on with that look of envy. I want to get back into it because I forgot how fun even the little successes are.
I moved back in with my parents, which is in a small town. I’ll probably spend another bunch of months abroad next year so I can’t afford to move out. Besides, college is a 30 minute bus ride, so not much of a gain there. Although my parents are totally cool, I feel way constricted in my freedom now after being used to living on my own for half a year with my own car and sh*t. Oh well… I feel like I should enjoy this time as long as it lasts. Hanging with the family is also valuable to me.
End of this week I'm going to this party in another city at his college. I've been invited by an old friend from high-school. Should be fun, lots of girls.
The week after that, I’m going to act as a security guy at the introduction camp for oncoming students for my college. This should be decent if the weather's nice and a great opportunity to do some serious damage.
The week after that, my college starts again. Final year. If you had told me this three years ago, I wouldn’t believe any of it. Just look at my very first post in this thread. I was miserable, alone and doing home study. Especially the fact that I would spend a bunch of months abroad at another university and having a blast is something I couldn't even dream about.
God damn. Life’s been a trip so far. The last few years were like a rollercoaster. It’s only getting crazier and crazier, and I can definitely say that I’m finally beginning to appreciate it all.
See ya'll in the next update!
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"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"
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.