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.
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.
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.
Let's be honest here, this has been the subject of very many threads. However there's not consensus about it on the forum, but a significant amount of members have expressed that opinion. At least about not giving a fvck.Forum has never said don't care about girls or tell all girls to go to hell.
I've never thought that IDGAF literally meant that you should never care about anyone. It's more like an attitude you should have when cold approaching women. If one rejects you, you shrug it off and don't give a fvck, go on to the next. Don't get focused on just one woman.Let's be honest here, this has been the subject of very many threads. However there's not consensus about it on the forum, but a significant amount of members have expressed that opinion. At least about not giving a fvck.
like the guys who look up to psycopaths.
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.
Who doesn't love a smelly hippie chick with tons of body hair and a willingness to do anything, I do mean anything. She shot Gerald Ford while Chucky was in prison, so Squeaky was good to go....LOLI guess if you're looking to pick up Squeaky Fromme, Manson would be a good guy to emulate.
I know that and I'm well aware that most other experienced members view it like that as well. You don't have to tell me this.I've never thought that IDGAF literally meant that you should never care about anyone. It's more like an attitude you should have when cold approaching women. If one rejects you, you shrug it off and don't give a fvck, go on to the next. Don't get focused on just one woman.
You are welcome to her, buddy. As for me, I think I'll take a pass.Who doesn't love a smelly hippie chick with tons of body hair and a willingness to do anything, I do mean anything. She shot Gerald Ford while Chucky was in prison, so Squeaky was good to go....LOL
I was just writing a general response to the forum, I wasn't directing it at you personally.I know that and I'm well aware that most other experienced members view it like that as well. You don't have to tell me this.
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.