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.
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.
For as long as anyone can tell, human females have been wet and lusty for men who possess a "get up and go" disposition, who can bring more resources into their lives. Some try to give this an academic veneer, by slapping a high falutin label such as "hypergamy" onto it, same way folks in the early 20th Century medicalized whining by rebranding such things as "neurosis"This guy makes a good point that once the Roman men gave women rights - such as no-fault divorce - they began to divorce their husbands and go chase the gladiators (i.e., the jock-Chads of that era).
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.
Hi Bible,There's irony in the way that the richer people poisoned themselves with heavy metals by having what was considered at the time to be the nicest cookware, goblets and utensils. The emperor would have had it the worst.
It's OVER for LeadCels.There's irony in the way that the richer people poisoned themselves with heavy metals by having what was considered at the time to be the nicest cookware, goblets and utensils. The emperor would have had it the worst.
When I think of the Romans I think of the Movie Gladiator were the Emperor was trying to seduce his own sister for sick and political agendas.....They were a perverted, sick culture .......
Unlike the Original Hebrews with the lineage of Abraham, Moses and Jacob and Yeshua.
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