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.
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.
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.
haha, do you mix the eggs into the water? or do you let them poach?spesmilitis said:egg stew. Just throw some eggs into hot or boiling water. Add whatever herbs/spices/meats/veggies you want.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Yes I've come to realize this. It would be good if you could help me out with food suggestions for my carb up days(Saturday).Warboss Alex said:wolf, if your allergies are so severe this is why you overtrain easily.
you have to cut out all wheat and dairy from your diet, period.
base your diet around meat, poultry, eggs, fish, vegetables and fruit and the appropriate oils.
I sure am, also oats, dairy and maybe gluten. So if I go out anywhere I have to cart stakes around with me. lol. There is seriously nothing for me to eat if I go on a holiday.spesmilitis said:I have a friend who developed an allergy to wheat when he was 19. Maybe you're in the same situation.
for your carb days I'd go with fruit, potatoes, and sweet potatoes as these are 'natural' carbs. wholegrain rice is also fairly inoffensive as far as allergic reactions go but you'll have to try it and seewolf116 said:Yes I've come to realize this. It would be good if you could help me out with food suggestions for my carb up days(Saturday).
Olive oil if fine. It's just the frying of oils.
thanks
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJyjgK261v8&mode=related&search=wolf116 said:haha, do you mix the eggs into the water? or do you let them poach?
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.