this one time at band camp etc?Originally posted by Don Pablo
A girl named Lindsey I met in freshman band. She sat in front of me (and played the flute).
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.
this one time at band camp etc?Originally posted by Don Pablo
A girl named Lindsey I met in freshman band. She sat in front of me (and played the flute).
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
She didn't play it for me. She had an assigned seat in front of me in band class and happed to play the flute. Sitting behind her everyday and seeing that hot ass made me want to take action, so in true nerd fashion I did what I usally do when I want to learn something -- Looked it up on the internet.Originally posted by bollocks
this one time at band camp etc?
yep, i've been there. been lurking for quite some time, decided to pick myself up and get to practicing.Originally posted by eps
This site has done nothing for me but made me go from worshipping women to _not giving a s---_ about them. I just don't care anymore.
Boy! It was pretty damn lame! I was so emotionally attached to women; it got to the point where I was depressed whenever I saw a couple walking together.
Not caring anymore turned out to be a good thing ... I'm now more focused on finishing college and getting into medical school.
I go from wanting women, to not wanting women ... all without ever being with one. I do like to read the threads for fun though. Weird situation? I guess so.
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.
HaHa! My chick was also named Amanda! Slim, model figure with the most amazing Big Green Eyes I have ever seen in my life!Originally posted by PEACEDJ
hahahaha oh man... this brings back a lot of sad but sweet memories. Well, I found this site because of the fact that I couldn't get this chick named Amanda. Man.. I was such an AFC.
Basically I'll put it into a Master Card commercial:
T-shirt for Amanda $55.99
Shoes for Amanda: $98.00
Hours thinking about her Endless
after all that I get a heart break: priceless
there are somethings money can't buy for everything else there's Sosuave.com
haha..
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.
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.
Just sounded like the same type of girl with the same situation that I had. She left me for another guy with out telling me until she was sure they were exclusive, then gave me the boot (Monkey on a tree branch - won't let go of one branch until she firmly holds onto another)Same age DJD, why do you ask?
Forget the cash, the cars, and the chiseled jawlines. Female desire operates on a completely different frequency. Primal. Subconscious. Triggers that bypass her logic and hit her on a gut level. Most guys are totally blind to them.
I know because I was one of them. The overthinking. The paralysis. The silent drive home kicking yourself for freezing up. Watching average guys walk away with the girl while you stood there stuck in your own head.
Then I decoded the psychology behind what actually makes women tick. 22 hard rules. Subtle behavioral shifts that rewired my entire reality. The anxiety evaporated. Women started leaning in. Investing. Chasing.