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.
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 know, I used to be a big fan of Guinness, until I found out they use HFCS. If I want a stout now, I go with Murphys (no HFCS). I'm catholic Irish in part, so my ancestors would agree to that as well.VladPatton said:Guinness Stout. I take it with a razor, because it puts a half inch of hair on my nuts every time I polish off a 6 pack.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Halloween trollpumpkin-head said:Pumpkin flavored beer or scotch on the rocks.
Congrats on the discipline. This is probably the very definition of moderation when it comes to alcohol. 2 drinks should pretty much be everyone's limit.Colossus said:I don't understand the appeal of alcohol. I love a nice top-shelf beer, but any more than 2 or so and I regret it. Makes me feel slow, bloated, and sh!tty after the 1 hour buzz wears off.
Agree. Looking forward to when it's legal everywhere. Of course, at that point, they will pump it full of preservatives.Colossus said:I'd rather have a couple puffs of some awesome homegrown herb, relax, and feel awesome the rest of the night and the next morning.
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.
*flicking bic*Colossus said:I'd rather have a couple puffs of some awesome homegrown herb, relax, and feel awesome the rest of the night and the next morning.