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.
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.
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.
Don't change your style for a woman. Look for a woman that appreciates your style.logicallefty said:This has been a thought provoking issue for me. Never had anyone complain about my boots. The whole question of "Do I change my style for a woman?" is a very interesting one. I think in my situation the boots would have been fine, but had this been a more formal party then for sure not. But when someone tells me "casual" then that means I put on the same stuff i wear to my favorite corner hick bar, and my boots are quite welcome there. I think culture may play into this a lot too. I get the perception that many of you guys live and party in big cities. I am a country redneck that lives in the dead center of Illinois and we don't give to much thought to the attire of others at the social places and events that I go to. The woman who questioned my boots is a city girl from a pretty big town about 40 min away.
She calls you when her car breaks down. When she needs help moving. When some guy she's actually dating treats her badly.
You're the listener. The reliable one. The guy who would treat her so much better, if she'd just open her eyes.
She won't. You trained her to see you as the low-effort option — the friend who requires zero risk and zero investment. Every favor dug the hole deeper.
The "22 Rules" break the pattern. You'll stop auditioning for a role she already cast and become the man she chases instead. It starts with Rule 1.
Most women don't know sh!t about male fashion. They can spot a fashionably dressed man but don't rely on them to help you pick out clothes.Sik said:I don't listen to the advice of women, unless it is fashion-related. They live, breathe and follow it as if it was religion, so they generally know what they're talking about.
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.
If wearing boots is your thing... Cole Haan has some great dress boots only sale.guru1000 said:Here you go: http://www.zappos.com/alexander-mcqueen-metal-cap-toe-oxford-black
Want to spend less? Go with these: http://www.zappos.com/cesare-paciotti-46474-black
Once you wear either, and the puzzy gates openeth, thank Guru.
And yet these fashion geniuses continually decide to cut their hair short...Sik said:I don't listen to the advice of women, unless it is fashion-related. They live, breathe and follow it as if it was religion, so they generally know what they're talking about.
Are those the same fashion geniuses that wear pants (not dresses), shoes without heels, have a job, can't cook, and swear like a sailor?mrRuckus said:And yet these fashion geniuses continually decide to cut their hair short...
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.