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There's good karaoke 'singers'?iqqi said:Do you get ovations at Karaoke?
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.
There's good karaoke 'singers'?iqqi said:Do you get ovations at Karaoke?
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.
Of course, because I claim I can, Iqqi has to question itThe catch to this is, guys who THINK they can sing but can't are the opposite of sexy. Lol.
No, that would be Skid Row. I almost popped a nut trying to do 18 & Life.I thought you had to have your balls removed to sing that sh!t!
Sounds hot. :yes:Desdinova said:I have a crazy-ass range (around 3 octaves) so I'm happy enough with that. People are kinda blown away when they hear me do stuff like Neil Diamond, then go straight into Guns N Roses.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
You must not be able to sing. I mean, why would a guy who sings good say that singing is gay? I tend to make fun of some impressive skills other guys have that I dont.Bible_Belt said:Yeah, the choir boys always got all the cute guys....I mean girls....no, I mean guys. Singing is fvcking gay.
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.