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.
So you're asking if the forums would spend one pump and dump night with a stripper that you never fvcked but "love". Classic.I never said I f*cked her. Just that I loved her. Raise your hand if you'd like to spend the night with this girl. This place is become an anti-seduction forum.
And for you "She's a five-rs":
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
Exactly.
It sort of became 12 months as of today, now that we are back together. There was a 7 week absence while she got divorced. She became involved with a middle school boyfriend who she dated at age 13 so I couldn't blame her. She originally left him for her husband to be. There was a long history there. As Coach Corey Wayne says "Any time you know your game was tight and a girl was really into you and you lose her, it's because she became involved with someone she was more emotionally invested in."
Seriously, did you think I would publish details like that here, along with photos from yesterday?
She wasn't a stripper and I could kick your arse at pool.
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.
Bigneil, I know looks are subjective to some extent, but that is a VERY average looking Eastern European girl. Go to Prague, Budapest, Kiev, Moscow or any major Easter European city and you will be surrounded by girls who are way hotter than her.
Needle off record. Her rating is 96% Attractive compared to other 22 year old women.
I've run the table in 8 states.
Doesn't mean squat. 8 states same state running the table is running the table. If you've been playing pool for a while and are good at it you can pretty much run a table anywhere. I've played the majority of my life with a crew of dudes who could run tables. One of them went pro. Another played vs. the Black Widow. Amsterdam Billiards. No joke.
Wait wait wait wait wait wait.............
I'm just giving you my opinion. I'm not interested in debating or proving anything to you. Out of curiosity, how much money did you spend on this girl in 12 months of not fvcking her? What do you get out it? Moral satisfaction of some kind?
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.
No sex. I can't get over that. At the very least I thought he was at least getting some to make it somewhat worth while.
Provided Neil with unlimited bragging content on SS.
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.
What if she was 30 minutes early?
good. what i mean is that you should keep your cool 24/7. like soldiers should be ready to fight during sleeping
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
