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.
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.
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.
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.
I'm calling bull**** on this one. You guys aren't developed enough at that age to have sex. Can you even get a boner at 7?Repentance said:When I was about 7yrs old to a girl in the neighborhood (age6 at that time).
I can't really rate her back then since we were both young; but she is about a 9-9.5 now. She's 18 now, haven't gotten a chance to fcuk her ever since, because we moved apart but I am in contact with her family,etc.
No, I am nor immorally raised. My family and relatives all are highly educated and respected people. This "act" had happened when we had played "doctor doctor" as children did back then.
Weird, cool, you decide. But I swear its true, lol.
Edit: we had sex a total of about 6 times including after her mother found out. But then my family and I moved away and it ended. Once a threesome could've taken place, but her friend (girl) just watched me do her but never joined nor did I ask her (regret . Since the friend is superhot now).
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.
Hahaha...even I was thinking the same. Anyway, age 23 to HB6 (then 15)...But it was not that impressive!BwanaKuu said:I'm calling bull**** on this one. You guys aren't developed enough at that age to have sex. Can you even get a boner at 7?
Yeah, I got my first boner at 6 or 7, don't remember exactly but I did have some boners at a single-digit age.BwanaKuu said:I'm calling bull**** on this one. You guys aren't developed enough at that age to have sex. Can you even get a boner at 7?
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.