frivolousz21
Master Don Juan
ooooo I'm not a chubby bald midget who poses with a 6, however will I become a playahh like you? Teach me.
its funny that your insecure enuf to call me a chubby bald midget.
thats cute!
I think im ur man crush
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
ooooo I'm not a chubby bald midget who poses with a 6, however will I become a playahh like you? Teach me.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
They make decafinated coffee for a reason y'know...Originally posted by Dysfunctional
The coffe thing is so true, especially when you've already had like 4-6 that day. My hands were shaking crazy but I didn't come off nervous sice I hid it well.
Yeah, I know. The one with caffeine's there for a reason tooOriginally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
They make decafinated coffee for a reason y'know...
I remember about a yr ago..when I was going on a date with someone I had a high IL in..I took some energy pills with caffiene and it made my freaking hands sweat from being nervous.
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
Yeah, those shaky hands look good on 'ya.Originally posted by Dysfunctional
Yeah, I know. The one with caffeine's there for a reason too![]()