I take it that ur 90 days is over.
I see I haven’t missed much.
Regale us with some stories.
You replay the conversation at 2 a.m. She texted back fast yesterday. Today, nothing. Was that smile friendly or flirty? What did the shoulder touch mean?
Every hour you spend decoding her signals drains your confidence and hands her the controls. Women can sense that insecurity from across the room — and it repels them.
One of the "22 Rules" kills the obsession on the spot: assume she likes you, and act accordingly. Sounds too simple. Works anyway.
Her interest tends to rise to meet your expectations. Psychologists call it a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I take it that ur 90 days is over.
I see I haven’t missed much.
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.
Hush now boy.Just spaz telling people to live their "purpose," and then stand around and soak up the pvssy.
The only fools that follow SpAzzhats advice are the same incels that mother nature intended to weed their shiit tier genes out of existence anyway.Just spaz telling people to live their "purpose," and then stand around and soak up the pvssy.
Right. I'm doing my best to be an outkast.Your purpose is to get married, have kids, carry on your genes and be a productive member of society.
Mother nature will always weed out crap genes like single 4 life men sent on their way.
Serve your purpose as mother nature intended.
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.
Okay, little spazey. No more logic for you. You pooped out? You had a long day?Hush now boy.
And don't be overly jealous that I can and you can't.
You must seriously think that I even care.Okay, little spazey. No more logic for you. You pooped out? You had a long day?