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.
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.
That would have made a difference to you?I've banged several...most of them said they were divorced but then after a while I found out they were simply separated and a few times they got back with him after I had been banging them for a few months.
Maybe, maybe not in the moment.That would have made a difference to you?
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.
Except the marriage fantasy!Give the ladies credit: They don't buy into the fantasies Disney has foisted upon us for decades now. Any guy who walks into an "exclusive" union not recognizing that women are no more or less human than we are, and no less prone to transgression, is setting himself up for a train wreck
I read somewhere that many modern men cite their wives as their "best friends", while women make a point of maintaining a strong social circle outside their marriages, including other lovers it would seemExcept the marriage fantasy!
They want it because it's a dog and pony show for all of their friends and family to see and it's the biggest thing they'll ever plan in their life along with being able to control every little detail.Women don't believe in the Disney fairy tale wedding fantasy. They just desire that, at least on the surface.
That's why during the 'honeymoon' weeks (sometimes months) after the wedding everything seems 'perfect' and than that naughty gleam fades from her eyes and the grass seems so much greener on the other side...
Marriage is Post-Industrial nations such as ours is a status signifier https://www.thepublicdiscourse.com/2022/11/85947/ That won't be changing anytime soonThey want it because it's a dog and pony show for all of their friends and family to see and it's the biggest thing they'll ever plan in their life along with being able to control every little detail.
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.