3countriesPlan
Master Don Juan
I think I'd be ticked off to.. the chick isn't mr. woodcock
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.
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.
Good...keep at it.Lord Shinra said:Thanks, that just helped me out in my own circle.
Way to go! Keep on training them.tsmith2334 said:Update: while at a party, i casually told a girl who always calls me by my last name that i prefer going by my first name. she said she'd call me that from now on. wasn't sure if she'd remember because we were pretty drunk.
since i saw her today she's been calling me by my first name, and even corrected herself a few times when she called me smith.
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.
If you don't want women calling you by your last name, just ask them to call you by your frist name instead. What's so hard about that.tsmith2334 said:In my circle of friends, I tend to get called by my last name. Unfortunately, being referred to by my last name so much as carried over to the female members of the group and some others as well. I would much rather go by my first name. I feel like when I'm called by my first name I am taken more seriously and probably more attractive to that person.
Am I wrong to feel this way and to have this hunch? Or should I embrace being called by my last name? I mean, it's not a silly nickname or something, just the second half of my birth name. I really just don't like it though. Feedback is appreciaited...