well I got news for you, your so called imperfect features are nothing compare to what this man has, so stop the whining.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8s_7kEbsIQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8s_7kEbsIQ
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.
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 replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Haha sorry I'm a bit high.Vladimir Horowitz said:What exactly are you trying to say? God doesn't exist since negative things happen to people or that God is "mean" to people for fun?
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.
No one said they want to be his friend.meitenesrigas said:Like any of you would have anything to do with him. God, how I hate people who are full of s---. At least I am honest. Unless that was a relative I would want NOTHING to do with him. That makes me a better person than any of you. Why? Because I am not full of s---.
Of course we would not want anything to do with him. The guy looks terrible and I don't mean that in a mean way. It would be hard for me to even look at him. But if I could help this guy be normal again. I would walk 100 miles for him. Even give up 5000 dollars of my own money. I would do this in a heartbeat.meitenesrigas said:Like any of you would have anything to do with him. God, how I hate people who are full of s---. At least I am honest. Unless that was a relative I would want NOTHING to do with him. That makes me a better person than any of you. Why? Because I am not full of s---.
This statement reminds me of that train scene with the asian chick on the first Hostel movie. That's plain horrible. If you were in that situation I'm sure you wouldn't think this way. But I sure know what you mean. I'm sure he could find a support group,and hook up with a mutated looking chick and live happily ever after.Aboleo said:I don't mean to sound cold-hearted, but I wouldn't want to go through life this way. I would hope that someone would just shoot me or something. Thats just me, though. I'd rather die, personally.