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.
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
You know what I'm fortunate of? is to have a mother who is perfectly 'ok' now with my not having children or "getting married." It's as of this year that she understands that you can't Force anything in today's age and that men have died in their 20s in war and never reproduced and women have miscarriages or never reproduce either and that whatever will be, will be. I am her only child and she was a pioneer of feminism in the 80s, but not the wacky feminism of today, just about equality in the workplace (white collar).
