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.
Just a joke, although I'll probably pin her down sometime. Probably the other way around when I come to think of it.Mindgamez said:Wingman in his 50s? Damn that's so cool.
About the fight with Violet, is it real? Or it's just a joke between you two?
You will fall in love [over and over] again. How nice does that sound? Had me thinking just now. Nothing is a big deal, yet we always, from our highly significant and narrow-minded perspective, seem to make it so. I can't help but imagine such great happiness that such a man would evoke not only within himself, but for people around him too. Not limited to the 'self-amusement' paradigm, but to all mental barriers. Imagine having nothing, but healthy restraints inbetween your desires and your actions.apocolipto said:You will find other chicks,and fall inlove again.
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.
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.
No idea where my book is. Almost never take it to school, but a friend of mine could've borrowed it at school without me knowing.apocolipto said:Where's your book dude??
And if you care,,why not go LTR? Not what you want in this stage of life,or just not with her?
I may also be hooking up with my ex from two years ago.The one that broke my heart and caused me to turn from AFC to DJ.My frame will be that I'm in control of the relationship this time.
Look back and read about her. She got with one of his friends.apocolipto said:"apocolipto, def not with her. She has proven herself to be unreliable in the past"
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Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
Are you going insane or what? HahaArrived in Amsterdam. Held intense eye contact with some chick I was sure was from 21 Jump Street. Then I saw another dude I was certain was from that movie.
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.