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.
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
Nobody cares or even cares to know. I did not even know this before you put up this thread.
But won't people ignore my posts now because they gonna think I'm a troll and/or just want to argue?
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.
Oh, really? Well as long people won't ignore my posts, I don't see any reason to make a post about the incident
No man, that's not what happened. The guy implied that my fashion sense is so bad and that I'm reluctant to learn on how to dress, both statements being absolute farce based on nothing, and by doing that he thought to get me to get to use his fashion website to improve my "absolutely horrible" fashion sense, as he posted a link to a guide in the same reply that is "easy enough to follow" that was on his own website. I called him out on that and then suddenly I'm not looking for advice and am a waste of time according to him. So I called out on his bs in such detail, everybody who read his first reply would understand what was going on. But the knowers of secrets of female psychology (the forum members) couldn't get over their tribal bias and ganged up on me lol including a mod giving me a first warning. I replied by asking him by guessing what could be the warning for as I wasn't the one who was responsible for the situation and got banned lmfao.
People don't ignore your posts unless they actually put you on ignore. There is no reason to put you on ignore unless you start attacking me. There is a perpetual state of war with some detractors so I just put them on ignore in order to maintain the peace (i.e. so nobody gets banned or threads don't get locked).Oh, really? Well as long people won't ignore my posts, I don't see any reason to make a post about the incident
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.
This is a man's forum.
I hv never ever aired a single content of ANYONE'S PM in Sosuave.
Then please produce said subject where I posted someone's else PM on Sosuave.
You don't need to give excuses nor an apology to me, being dumb is not a crime to me.
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.
