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.
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.
I'm trying my hardest. I hate that I have all this lust for her still. And right now other girls cannot competejoker79 said:one chance per girl per lifetime. Don't look back.
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.
theonersss said:funny, your mind is a funny thing, I picture her partying and screwing every guy she meets. Not thinking about me or careing and all i do is think about her ALL THE TIME. but in reality it was 5 years together! shes probably going thru the same thing i am.
is she hot? mine is and hurts like hell. so I am trying to think of how her beauty is depreciating at a fast rate (she is 33 going on 34) her skin is beginning to sag a little yet has a freaking hot body. I also think of how broke she is (cleans homes, offices, sells jewelry on the side along with her 64 yr old mom) and how stupid she is to let me go (make over 100K, educated, handsome, fun, attractive) and how stupid I was to play along with her crap for that long of a time. I also remind myself of how she was such a reformed slut and acted so prude yet corrected me on the # of condoms that come in those small boxes sold at 7-11 and how she would keep saying that she was saving her cooch for her future husband to which I'd just laugh so hard and she would roll her eyes!theonersss said:haha naw, i have three boys and their names all begin with "r". im trying to hang in there. i am. god its tough.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
cgr68311 said:Short story:
Her 36 single mom from a married guy, married a 54 yr old dude when she was 27, kept flirting with older guys so dumped her on Thxngiving, took her back, then got dumped for being violent in front of my son (I slammed my car dashboard because she began having contact with her ex husband and refused to introduce me). I know this was wrong but I did it because she kept pressuring me to hire her for a job I had promised her which technically got me laid. We were together for 6 months.
I picked up my stuff on day 0 where she hugged and kissed me yet warned me to keep the good bye nice or else she would call the cops... I immediately left and sent her a good bye email telling her what I really thought of her (not having boundaries with ex, possibly sleeping with me only because of that job promise, etc. I also told her that I would start healing and forgetting as soon as I pressed SEND and hopefully it wouldn't be too late when she realized me. I also told her that she can keep excusing herself from life long commitments because of seldom angry outbursts such as what I did or what her ex hub did (slam a door on her kid - end result = divorce. Last, I used the same PS. line as one of her last bf's good bye email: 'P.S. Try to get out of that room' (she still lives with her parents)
Since then, I deactivated my phony FB profile, and had gone no contact. I have zero reminders, links etc. I just have my exwife (whom my exgf had added as a contact) telling me that she is logging into her whatsapp constantly and has only done that the two times we've broken up. In any case, her kid's electronic stuff stayed in my car and she just texted me asking for it.... so far these are the options I contemplated:
1. ignore her
2. reply and tell her to f** off
3. reply 'I left it at X police station, exagerada (means exaggerating person in Spanish)'
4. reply I dumped it near her house along with the rest of her junk
5. drop it off at her place by leaving in the yard or porch
6. reply only if you tell me why you really dumped me
7. tell her okay, to meet me at X place and beg her to forgive me, that I am remorseful, responsible and willing to provide restitution
Yep, I'm still doing it every day after 5 months. It just hurts a lot less now. For whatever reason the memories linger. It doesn't bother me as much anymore because I accept it.Lotus Effect said:And you will keep replaying lots and lots of moments in your head. The good. The bad. The pathetic. All of them will be replayed.
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.
I wouldn't do that. You're not calmed down. Wait a week at least to do anythingcgr68311 said:NEWSFLASH! I am on my way to her house... planning on replying to her text:
I'm outside. my kid just asked about yours, lets talk please. I am calmed down and very remorseful and want to be responsible, make up for my actions
You can bet your ass on that mate!bateman72 said:I think my road to recovery will be a lot tougher than hers. If our paths do cross however in the future. I will be a changed man. she probably wont change at all.
Reasonable. But still went for it. I could not hang on to her kid's toy (portable game player) much longer without (most likely) pissing her off.joker79 said:I wouldn't do that. You're not calmed down. Wait a week at least to do anything
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.