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.
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.
Oh, you'd be a perfect couple. Mr. and Mrs. Bitter. You could get married and have little Bitters.UberPhil said:That would be the ultimate conquest. This stripper that I've had one-itis for for years, she's extremely bitter toward men after so many bad relationships (her occupation doesn't help her opinion of men either). The last time I saw her, she said she'd be happiest with another woman, but that wouldn't work because the woman doesn't have a c0ck and she loves great sex with a big c0ck.
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.
If she's sober yeah got to do that. Kind of hard to do that when your actually a creepy bastard trying to control her mind. So either go to a bar and look for really drunk chicks and make fun of them or actually get a life.UberPhil said:Or would I have to BS her into believing that I actually have something to offer her?