MatureDJ
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
Yeah, this is too much. It’s also a sad reflection of current males, as her boyfriend just accepts that she’s going to **** the world around. No sense of self-respect. None of it is great for society I believe.What has this world come to...Sad.
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.
The entire system would shut her down.If she was a man i think she would be already in jail
Not much better if she skinny and that nasty.Eew...fat and nasty. Who would want to?
Yes, I remember that character!\Reminds me of the character in Boogie Nights whose w hore of a wife was always having sex everywhere with every one until her husband snaps at a party. Awful.
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.
Yes. That’s more sex than a porn star has, and they get regular testing…Reminds me of the character in Boogie Nights whose w hore of a wife was always having sex everywhere with every one until her husband snaps at a party. Awful.
Scary to the point of serious public health concern.
I think, we're already there.We are headed to hell in a hand basket. Seriously.
The whole matter-of-fact way that she was screwing everything in sight was portrayed very well in the movie.Yes. That’s more sex than a porn star has, and they get regular testing…
Btw, don’t go on about Nina Hartley like that, she’s a professional playing a part she knows very well… lmao
Yep, you get a pro for the part, they know what the game is. They live it.The whole matter-of-fact way that she was screwing everything in sight was portrayed very well in the movie.
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.