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.
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.
:crackup: :crackup: :crackup:Credos said:I was drunk out of my mind because of this crazy party. I go to the next bar alone and thought to try and pickup some women. Test some new openinglines me and my mates found funny.
I go up to this girl, I show her my index finger and my middle finger and ask her: Why do girls masturbate with these two fingers?
she goes: Dude wtf, get away from me creep!
me: because they're mine
she: *slaps me*
I turn 90 degrees towards her girlfriend:
me: hi
she: *creeped out*
me: If I was a watermelon, would you eat my seed?
She: *slaps me on the other cheek*
Alwayse good times with good pickuplines...
Bah I hate women with no sense of humor, but it was probebly because I stinked like beer that they instantly lost intrest, let alone how wasted I was... When I returned to the party both my cheeks had a red handform in it, my mates couldn't stop laughing when I told them I field tested the lines and that they work!
Hahaha, they think that of Latinos too; I'm Latino myself. :crackup:SharinganUser said:A girl I took home from the bar got into a slap fight with a hobo. Then this Austrian guy who was with her friend started freaking out and kept shouting, in his Arnie accent "We must get outta here! More are coming! The Chinese they do not fight alone!" .
Attraction runs on a clock.
She flirted for weeks. Touched your arm. Found reasons to be alone with you. And you were careful. Respectful. Waiting for the right moment.
The moment had a shelf life. It expired around month two, and by the time you asked her out, she'd quietly filed you under "little brother."
One of the hardest lessons inside the 22 Rules: women rarely wait. Interest either grows or it decays, and nothing decays it faster than a man who never moves.
Make the move while she's still inventing reasons to be near you.
My thread came back to liiiife, haha!WhitePimp said:I broke up with a girl. At a wedding reception. On Valentine's day.
She was bawling in the reception hall, completely causing a scene, whilst all the women were consoling her and glaring at me like I had just sent their loved ones to Bergen-Belsen (to be fair, she was flirting with a bartender a few nights before to make me jealous, and I just lost all interest in her after seeing that, so the breakup was warranted I think).
I said I'm sorry to everyone, had to leave early (all the guys were cheering/clapping for me btw, LOL!), and then the psycho refused to get in the car to leave. I basically started to pull away without her, but she ran to the door and got in when she realized I was going to leave her there.
The car ride home was about an hour and she was screaming at me the whole time, calling me a pvssy, loser, etc. while crying. Meanwhile, I was grinning internally and just saying "okay, sure, whatever, etc." She starts messing with my iPod and I'm scared she's going to throw it out the window so I take it from her and put on the radio. Then Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" comes on and she fvcking loses it, crying. Of all the goddamn songs that could've played it had to be that one. I threaten to call the cops on her because she's not getting out of my car when we get back to her house, and we eventually part ways.
I proceed to get psycho texts from her for the next few months (she also staged a fight with some dude outside my job to get my attention, WTF!?). Last I heard, she was with some real old dude who looks like a crackhead. Sucks too. This girl was gorgeous, just unfortunately insane.
My thread came back to liiiife, haha!WhitePimp said:I broke up with a girl. At a wedding reception. On Valentine's day.
She was bawling in the reception hall, completely causing a scene, whilst all the women were consoling her and glaring at me like I had just sent their loved ones to Bergen-Belsen (to be fair, she was flirting with a bartender a few nights before to make me jealous, and I just lost all interest in her after seeing that, so the breakup was warranted I think).
I said I'm sorry to everyone, had to leave early (all the guys were cheering/clapping for me btw, LOL!), and then the psycho refused to get in the car to leave. I basically started to pull away without her, but she ran to the door and got in when she realized I was going to leave her there.
The car ride home was about an hour and she was screaming at me the whole time, calling me a pvssy, loser, etc. while crying. Meanwhile, I was grinning internally and just saying "okay, sure, whatever, etc." She starts messing with my iPod and I'm scared she's going to throw it out the window so I take it from her and put on the radio. Then Bon Jovi's "Never Say Goodbye" comes on and she fvcking loses it, crying. Of all the goddamn songs that could've played it had to be that one. I threaten to call the cops on her because she's not getting out of my car when we get back to her house, and we eventually part ways.
I proceed to get psycho texts from her for the next few months (she also staged a fight with some dude outside my job to get my attention, WTF!?). Last I heard, she was with some real old dude who looks like a crackhead. Sucks too. This girl was gorgeous, just unfortunately insane.
I have no idea why she'd want to make me jealous. Psychopathy perhaps? We were out with my friends at a bar, and one of my friends comes up to me and says "the chick you're here with is flirting with the bartender, and it looks like she's trying to get his number"...I look over and there she was doing exactly that. I just lost all interest in her then and there to be honest. We weren't even dating that long, but still, my feelings just emptied for her after that. No regrets. I'm glad I crushed her.Robyn923b said:My thread came back to liiiife, haha!
Incredible story White Pimp. Definitely one of the top five in this thread!
Why did she want to make you jealous though? breaking up with someone over flirting sound a little over-reacting.
Most guys accidentally kill attraction before they even speak. They assume they need a bigger bank account, a better physique, or smoother lines. They miss the point.
Female desire operates on a specific set of psychological triggers. Break them, and you're invisible. Follow them, and you become magnetic.
I learned this the hard way. Years of freezing up. Getting friend-zoned. Watching other guys walk away with the girl I wanted. Then I discovered a set of 22 simple rules that rewired my entire approach.