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.
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.
Originally posted by Sart
Alpine I never took you for an Aussie hater mate. Man, you guys win one little world cup and look at you, all confident and anti Aussie. Well dude, what can I say? We are everywhere and we do know everything.
Having said all that I gotta admit Australians in England can be obnoxious wankers. What other whole "Country" was ever banned from the German Beer Festival? The only thing worse than an angry Aussie is a British football hooligan.
All I can say Alpine is we should call a friggin truce and turn our attention to attacking the common enemy. Yanks. You ruled the World or so long, we won WW1 without the Yanks, lets turn our attention on beating the shyte out of Yanks.
Really dude, I am Australian and yet I can honestly empathize with where you are coming from.
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 fvcking tight a$$Originally posted by dearsappho
Valentines Day is commercial crap that I dont buy into...
...for this reason, give her a lump of your sh1t and say you made her something all by yourself.
Originally posted by dearsappho
Valentines Day is commercial crap that I dont buy into...
...for this reason, give her a lump of your sh1t and say you made her something all by yourself.
When a woman says it, guys hear a confession. A heads-up. A scheduling conflict.
Here's the translation: I don't feel anything. Right now. With you.
Watch what happens when a man triggers actual attraction. The busy career, the recent breakup, the "not in a place to date" — all of it evaporates instantly. The same woman who was guarding her freedom is suddenly free every night.
The "22 Rules" explain why. When the right switches flip, her timeline rearranges itself around you.
Originally posted by Tha Realnezz
Yeah I'm buying some sh!t for my girls on Valentine's day.I don't see anything wrong with that.
I agree and it stinks. But I actually do enjoy doing something around this period because I enjoy doing romantic things for my girls anyway.I don't necessarily have a problem with Valentines Day in function, but what I do object to is how women seem to think they own this holiday. The liability is squarely on the guy's shoulders to perform adequetely to meet her expectations of 'romance'. And the guy better be a damn good mind reader too, because she aint telling him what those expectations are either.
dude sounds like you wanna lead a revolution against the hershies and hallmark holliday? lol my valentines days area always fkd... last year i ended up passsing out in a bar LOL.. that's the lsast time i ask a barmaid to surprise me when she's mixing a drink... strange i dont remember getting home that night ... but i got thereOriginally posted by Rollo Tomassi
I don't necessarily have a problem with Valentines Day in function, but what I do object to is how women seem to think they own this holiday. The liability is squarely on the guy's shoulders to perform adequetely to meet her expectations of 'romance'. And the guy better be a damn good mind reader too, because she aint telling him what those expectations are either.
That said, it's time guys take this holiday back. If she can expect flowers, you should expect a hummer. If she wants wine and rose, you should expect lingerie and her on top for a while, see what I'm getting at?
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.