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.
Secure your future.cola said:What's next?
Agreed, %100.WC2 said:Secure your future.
Do things that make you happy/you're good at.
Meet new people.
The list goes on. In reality, these things should be well above banging women.
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, despite everyone having told you this for years, you accept one of life's boldest lessons on account of your own experience;cola said:What's next?
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.
I...LIKE...THIS.magickarl said:Remember when you were a child? A woman's vajayjay was likely one of the last things on your mind. Yet most of us were happy. In fact, much happier than we are today. I know that I would have much rather played kickball or tag than hung out with a girl. I sure as hell cared a lot more about my report card.
We should take a lesson from children -- Do what makes you happy first, achieve that happiness. Women and sexuality are secondary.
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.
So.......where do I sign up?dbot said:What comes next? I'll tell you what comes next... you enter a vortex of constant dissatisfaction and anxiety because all the women you're screwing aren't making you happy. So what do you do? You fuck even more women, to the point where it's a daily occurrence that only sinks you deeper and deeper into an abyss of depression and detachment, until one day, while busting a load all over the face of some random woman whose name you can't even recall, you ask yourself, "am I really here? Is this my life?" And after finally realizing that fulfilling your sexual urges and aggressively fucking every woman in sight completely senseless HASN'T improved your life on any significant level, you will then modify your life goals and try to forget all the nasty truths you've learned about humans and their natural defiance, infidelity, and backstabbing behavior. But it will be in vain, as your emotional scars will not heal in time for you to regain confidence in other people's ability to love, or even care.
Good luck.
lol :crackup:Drewskie said:So.......where do I sign up?
One of the oldest players I know is 70, a millionare with 28 and 34 year old girlfriends.Prodigy746 said:lol i dont think you can ever get enough girls... its like you dont care about sex after you just did it but than next day you want to have sex anymore. I dont think that changes until you are very old..
Wow, I'm going to print this up and hang it on my desk. This is just unbelievable. This is how I feel. This is poetry my friend. So true......dbot said:What comes next? I'll tell you what comes next... you enter a vortex of constant dissatisfaction and anxiety because all the women you're screwing aren't making you happy. So what do you do? You fuck even more women, to the point where it's a daily occurrence that only sinks you deeper and deeper into an abyss of depression and detachment, until one day, while busting a load all over the face of some random woman whose name you can't even recall, you ask yourself, "am I really here? Is this my life?" And after finally realizing that fulfilling your sexual urges and aggressively fucking every woman in sight completely senseless HASN'T improved your life on any significant level, you will then modify your life goals and try to forget all the nasty truths you've learned about humans and their natural defiance, infidelity, and backstabbing behavior. But it will be in vain, as your emotional scars will not heal in time for you to regain confidence in other people's ability to love, or even care.
Good luck.
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.