apocolipto
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Lol, the part that stood out is the scaffolding. Did you see it happen?
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
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.
Nope, just heard about it.apocolipto said:Lol, the part that stood out is the scaffolding. Did you see it happen?
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.
"We are what we repeatedly do, excellence therefore is not an act but a habit"apocolipto said:I also have that book, :habits of highly effective people. Just haven't read it. I'm not into that type of books. Although, I defnitley see the use in it. Review it for us, maybe?
And my friend uses orracutane. Looks weird.
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.
This is you being stuck in your head. You need to remain in the now. I know you know how important that is.NorwegianDJ said:The weed starts to make me feel odd. I go on an introprospective journey.
I feel so little. So inferior. Never in my whole life have I felt so insignificant. It felt as if everything I believed; all the values I had; everything I knew, was taken away from me. I questioned Robin, "It feels like everything up until now, I haven't been myself and this is just me. Or I've been myself up until now and now I'm not." It was a weird feeling. I couldn't speak. It felt as if all that confidence was sucked out of me. I questioned myself. Do I really have no core confidence? Am I not centered? Am I hiding my real self behind band-aids? Is what I think I know real?
I beg to differ. I think you're just simplifying terms here. It's not just 'being introverted' and 'being extroverted'. I think it's an insight to my core weaknesses. There's more to a person than his fluid spiritual state.LearningSlowly said:This is you being stuck in your head. You need to remain in the now. I know you know how important that is.
Remain in the now, that is where true spirituality lies.
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.