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.
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.
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.
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.
ValleyDJing said:Just so you all know...half those pics were fakes, or the pictures were of two different people. Myspace is fairly safe, and its easy as f.uck. And so what happens if you show up to meet the chick and she's butt ugly? You walk away, thats what. You really have nothing to lose.
Getting a b!tch off myspace takes no skill. You just tell her what she wants to hear. I look for higher quality women. Not attention hors, sluts, and flakes. I don't want no hood rat. Unless you can find th 5% of women who arnt hors on myspace. I say fvck myspace; its another reason for people to be lazy and "game" girls over the internet... Haha whatever floats ur boat I guess.Real said:fools, when you meet a girl from myspace, you are meeting her IN REAL LIFE, and later that night, you are FCUKING HER IN REAL LIFE
nobody cares about the approach, what matters is the end result
if you don't know how to use myspace, then don't use it, but don't talk shyt about it either because you sound like a total fool if you do
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.
What my mate told me is that once you have their number for the meet, arrange a place to meet and call from far away.SinJester said:Hah like tell them to you somewhere. You see her and think '**** she's ugly'. Just keeping walking. If she says "you that guy", "who, nope, sorry dont know what your talking about!".
I don't think that all the girls on myspace are skanky anention hor sluts. It's just too common. I would only say about the ones with skanky pictures. A huge amount of the myspace crowd is 12-16 too.