Tommorow is my first and last homecoming and I want to make this sh*t rock. And I want to be the LIFE of this sh*t, I want to have as much fun as I possibly can. Of course, I know there are those people at homecoming who tend to think they are all that and chicks who will only dance with certain guys. Again I know there will be haters and ****blockers the guys who say "You suck!" and try to make you look bad. Despite that, I want this to be the best sh*t ever. If I see a chick I'll dance with her, I'm not going to give a rats ass what she thinks, because hey, she doesn't want to dance her loss. As for the ****blocks and haters, I'll ignore them too. And as far as dancing, I don't even f*cking care man, I'm just going to dance my ass off and grind the hell out of chicks man. I might even have to ****block other guys. I'm going to say to people "I am the life of this party". What I DON'T want to do is just waste my sitting in the back, watching a bunch of guys grind on a chick. If a chick doesn't want to grind with me, screw her.
"I just moved here from Florida."
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.
Being the LIFE of homecoming...
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"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
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.
You may be setting yourself up failure with this goal. You're essentially hoping that everyone will love you and you will be the most popular person there. Never base your worth or your happiness on the opinions of others; just go and try to have fun! Don't compare yourself with the other wannabe-pimps.
Excellent, on both points.
Don't.
Yeah, I want to have fun, but it's those "wanna-be pimps" getting in my way that I'm afraid of will ultimately get in my way. You know, those dudes who will try to make you look bad when you're trying to get some ass. And then there are those shallow b*tches who will only dance with certain guys. Those dudes who will basically "What the f*ck are you doing?" or laugh when you try to just be yourself and have fun.
The opinions of others aren't your concern. Stand up for yourself verbally, and don't even flinch if they threaten you physically. If they c0ckblock you in an obnoxious way, call them on it and make them look like insecure jerks.
Free speech is the path to truth.
Free speech is the path to truth.
This is what I'm afraid of though, those shallow b*tches who just take one look at you and say "Oh, no, you are NOT dancing with me". I'm worried all the f*cking girls at homecoming will be like that. Also what do you do if a song comes up that has specific moves and you don't know? Take Crank That Superman by Soulja Boy for instance, which everyone else seems to know the dance too.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
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.
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Those stupid one-song dances aren't worth learning, imo. After watching that youtube video, I can tell you already that the Souljah Boy dance isn't much of a two-person dance anyway.
I can still barely manage the f*cking electric slide...
If a b1tch won't dance with you, so what? You don't have to have every girl love you in order to have a satisfying life. That is the problem with hormongering: It puts you at the mercy of others' opinions! Forget what the b1tches think of you; just go have fun. Be nice to your date. Just don't be a chump.
I can still barely manage the f*cking electric slide...
If a b1tch won't dance with you, so what? You don't have to have every girl love you in order to have a satisfying life. That is the problem with hormongering: It puts you at the mercy of others' opinions! Forget what the b1tches think of you; just go have fun. Be nice to your date. Just don't be a chump.