That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
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.
That I can proudly say 0Methuselah said:This thread would be alot cooler if it was renamed to, "The how many HUGE chicks have you Banged thread!"
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.
So was it that you didn't finish or was she a double amputee?Chimera said:.5
It was very awkward...
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.
Then you'd only have .25; you just couldn't resist embellishing your numbers, could 'ya?Chimera said:both, obviously...
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.
How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?Rex Man said:Okay, to help put some things in perspective I will run down the numbers I know to be true for my wings.
My Best friend: 1
My 21 yr Cousin: 48
My 20 yr Cousin: 14
My current best wing: 27
My chubby friend: 0 (it's not because he's chubby I'm just using it to differentiate)
My family man friend (22): 43
My nerdy friend: 0
My oldest brother (32): About 20 give or take
My older cousin and best wing of all fukking time: 90+ ( I THINK 92)
These numbers I am confident about and it shows how people are all over the board.
Well, I'd personally break it down like this.How do your 21 yr old cousin and older cousin do it? Are they really good looking, good game, both? Do they have many ONS's?
For me, the vast majority of my number came during my college years (I'm in my Senior year now). In high school, I did ok, but not great.Also, I'd been cool to see where all the A$$ came from. I'd say 5 from club sarging, 5 from work, two friends of girls i nailed and 4 from school.
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.