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.
I think in the minds of these guys, they think they can wife them up. I think I would demand as as sugar daddy that the chick not have a boyfriend (or girlfriend, LOL); sure, they could lie, but at least they wouldn't be able to use that as an excuse. And it seems that these chicks can be honorable enough that a man giving them that much money "deserves" something.These girls are a good representation of Toronto women. "Feminist" and "progressive" but at the end of the day, they still want to get ahead in life by taking advantage of some rich dude. The guys paying them are pretty pathetic too. If you're going to pay for sex, at least have the balls to hire a real wh0re. The whole "let's pretend we are dating even though I'm paying you to have sex with me" thing is beyond idiotic.
Wifing up a gold digger you meet on a sugar daddy site. What could possibly go wrong?I think in the minds of these guys, they think they can wife them up.
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.