logicallefty said:I smell fish
smell of fish probably comes from your ex's pvssy
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.
logicallefty said:I smell fish
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
hahahahahah..........eh thanks for noticing.......your sharp you areColette said:Yeah I am as ladyboy as your mother![]()
Excellent! Job done! youve achieved what you wanted by breaking up! you got your wish!rawson-1992 said:What happen if the girl you broke up with goes no contact with you!?
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.
I didn't want to break up...Dtsm3 said:Excellent! Job done! youve achieved what you wanted by breaking up! you got your wish!
Yes, it did actually. And yours too.Colette said:
smell of fish probably comes from your ex's pvssy![]()
Oh sorry my friend, I thought you ment that you dumped her.rawson-1992 said:I didn't want to break up...
logicallefty said:Yes, it did actually. And yours too.
Read this: http://www.sosuave.net/forum/showthread.php?t=217034
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Colette said:and your mother`s
Sailing the Amazon and gathering skulls sounds like a pretty sweet deal. I suggest you talk to people about it at the bar over a game of pool.Cheeks said:So...my ex who dumped me after an abortion 6 months ago has a boyfriend now. I haven't talked to her in months so how do I know? She updates her twitter with how much she is in love with him and how perfect he is.
I can't stop looking. I've tried, I really have. But its just so dark right now. I am utterly alone. I have no women in my life, no friends nearby. No opportunities to meet women. I go to work, rot in traffic, and then try to pass the time when I get home. When I go out I end up sitting at a bar alone looking pathetic.
She doesn't even know I look at her twitter feed. She has just completely tossed me out, like I was nothing. How can this be? I honestly don't understand it. I feel like I'll never be OK again.
I've been so lonely and isolated for so long that I really think I'm losing my mind. I read about death cults, man-eating lions....I drink hard alcohol and pass out on my floor. Anything that will just help me get through the day. I applied for volunteering positions at local nursing homes...none of them responded back. I am completely invisible to the world.
Why am I such a faggot? Do I just kill myself? Become a monk? Bank robber? Sail the Amazon and gather a collection of skulls then die penniless in a Portugese mining town?
Don't have people to talk to. I deleted my Twitter account today so I couldn't have a means of viewing hers. Now I don't even have my 2 twitter friends that I've never met in real life lol.finickywake said:Sailing the Amazon and gathering skulls sounds like a pretty sweet deal. I suggest you talk to people about it at the bar over a game of pool.
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.
Well, you can talk to us. Twitter's gay. Go to the gym.Cheeks said:Don't have people to talk to. I deleted my Twitter account today so I couldn't have a means of viewing hers. Now I don't even have my 2 twitter friends that I've never met in real life lol.
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.