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
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.