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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
not to mention they are so damn creepy that they get banned from countries for being creepsbukowski_merit said:Let's see.... Bitter old man who analyzes too much vs. A bunch of friends just having fun and pretty much trolling women................
The day I'd rather hang out with one of these old snobs, who talk about hypogamy or whatever it's called and analyze everything.... Is the day I'd rather have a bullet in my head than a brain.
Boring old fvcks...
I have fun with women. Simple pick-up has fun with women... Rosh and all the bloggers like him (even those on this board) give me a damn headache whenever I read their words.
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.
True, but its clearly obvious that if they did indeed have a warehouse full of fVcks - they still wouldnt give one.dap said:: watched some more simple pickup. Is it just me or are these video 75% just these guys getting blown out? Entertaining stuff though.
the guy bull****s about his travelsPlutoman said:I honestly enjoy most of Roosh's writing, and he's got solid advice in his books.
He's also a funny dude. I don't necessarily understand all the hate he gets. People here can be many times more cynical than him often enough, especially. He seems to have a good grasp on life.
Never heard of Simple Pickup, though. Probably good stuff, any sharing of information is, in my opinion, a good thing. I read from all types of various authors and compare what I see and apply a mix of materials into my own life, alongside with my own contributions and thoughts. Why debate which is better - why not debate which ones are useful - in which case, both could be useful?
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Troll or not, any man/woman/child who pisses off ugly femcvnts more than they already are gets top marks in my book. This was hilarious and the comments that followed all the way through were even better.JackRobin said:and he is the biggest troll blogger on the internet
again, troll, no pickup advice given at all and *****es about a country sucking rather than the fact he is an ugly **** that has no game( . )( . ) said:Troll or not, any man/woman/child who pisses off ugly femcvnts more than they already are gets top marks in my book. This was hilarious and the comments that followed all the way through were even better.
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.
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.