"She's Out of Your League"
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.
Rate her!
- Thread starter jammy1257
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“The 22 Rules That Flip the Script With Women… And How You Can Use Them Tonight”
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.
Mantis Toboggan
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You can't rate a girl's attractiveness without some strangers on the internet telling you how to think?
Also, I don't know what HB means either. I always assumed it meant Hot Body or Hot B*tch. But basically, it's the typical scale of rating someone 1 - 10. "1" being hideous and "10" being perfect.
I would be reluctant to publish photos of women here because someone might recognize her and tell her and then she'll read all your posts.
Back in 2006 when I originally joined SS my gf at the time found my account, joined SS herself and actually commented on my post! When I revealed it was her someone wrote "Keep your b*tch off the computer!".
That said, I'd give the girl pictured an HB8.
cordoncordon
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"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.