You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
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.
It's not just the looks, brah. These chicks are damaged from getting sexually abused when they were younger.(In most cases) My EX was this way, coupled with some insecurities about her body; you could imagine how frequent sex was.Sue Madre said:
joverby said:
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.
Exactly what f283000 said.f283000 said:It might sound like something fun but it actually isn't. I don't think you want to go anywhere near the women that have these sort of issues.
It's kinda like being a male gigolo. It might sounds like a great idea then you realize that your customers are fat or ugly women with money who can't get sex any other way.
It's not the hb - 9s that need these services or else every guy would have signed up already
Ya, I found out through text after she refused to tell me on the phone. It was her "brothers friend" which I think really meant her brother. But who knows. Funny my EX was also Bi and I think had a lesbo escapade in highschool.Sue Madre said: