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.
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.
Typical Sweden looking to cuck their men.
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.
Mind that the redpill-quota is still very low out there. Its even here on SS lower then you would expect as quite a number of people seem to have a hardwired ignorance mode against uncomfortable truths.
I didn't read yet, but does it mirror whats going on here?
Oslo, Norway was chalk full of Arabs when I visited. Permanent visitors I'll call them...and then some Aryan skinheads scattered throughout the city. Interesting mix they've got going on in Scandinavia these days. I won't be delving into the ish they're plagued with now. Ish that is going to rapidly deteriorate the passive people that live there.
