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"She's Out of Your League"
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.
Top 10 Shallow Reasons to Workout
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"She's Out of Your League"
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.
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And the reasons help too. And I was considering the other reason too 
Wow, I don't feel this is a shallow reason at all. What is shallow about taking pride in your own achievements?this_dude_55 said:
Pumping iron to impress chicks is delusional thinking. I would venture to say that most women just don't give a hoot about massive muscles. In fact, with many, it is a source of sarcastic amusement. That said, I don't care. I lift for #1...me.
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Here's a shallow reason:
I'm a fat bastard.
One incentive I have is that for every 15 pounds of flab I lose I gain 1/2 to 3/4 inch on my ding-a-ling.
I'll lose about a century before I'm happy which will give me something to dangle.
Oh god !
I'm a fat bastard.
One incentive I have is that for every 15 pounds of flab I lose I gain 1/2 to 3/4 inch on my ding-a-ling.
I'll lose about a century before I'm happy which will give me something to dangle.
Oh god
!"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.