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 asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
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.
Same here, not making the most out of opportunities. Waiting for things to be too perfect. I'm not great at day game, but I can handle my own when it's one on one. Opening a group of chicks during the day, while they're all sitting at a table in their own conversation.....I've done it, but can't on a whim. I'm lost usually.Don_Dom said:Biggest actual weakness with game and otherwise....Complacency.
Went out last night and ran into some people I haven't seen in a while. Wound up drinking too much, which is fine, but was getting looks from the two cutest girls in the place we went to late and just didn't have it in me to go talk to them. Part being drunk, part being into the conversation, part just being lazy. Which is fine, but it's a bad habit to get into. One of my new years resolutions was to make approaches when invited like this habitual and to start spinning plates again. No bueno.
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.
This is close to my own. I feel far more at ease with girls messaging me and showing IOIs at the very least. Obviously dates and further is better but that would be the minimum I would be at ease with.noheroes said:Feeling lost without at least a couple revolving girls in the harem. A man should be deeply satisfied with his life (not complacent, though) regardless of the lady situation.