kickureface
Master Don Juan
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how dangerous is this? i knw they monitor speeds, but do you think they will actively search what you are dling?
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.
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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.
Ace of Flames said:Well, maybe they can track you down, maybe they can't. Whatever.
But I doubt the college is gonna give a damn about you downloading copyrighted stuff. Its not their job. You aren't stealing THEIR copyrighted stuff, right? As long as it isn't kiddie porn or something, you should be fine.
The college itself didn't b!tch at them for it. That's all I was saying.Francisco d'Anconia said:
Ace of Flames said:The college itself didn't b!tch at them for it. That's all I was saying.
Doesn't matter. Many colleges have (hard to enforce) rules for not taking part in such acts. However when pressed, they will give up the student(s) quicker than a heartbeat which has even worse consiquences."The University System did comply with the subpoenas and provided the names that RIAA was seeking," John Diamond, spokesman for the system, said Friday. Diamond said the system protects the privacy of its students, but was compelled to release the names by the court orders.
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.
During orientation at my school they did... In their safety demo, they told us to avoid such stuff.Ace of Flames said:The college itself didn't b!tch at them for it. That's all I was saying.
gmillar said:Hahahahaha it's legal in Canada bltches. I've downloaded more games than Best Buy keeps in stock, and over 7,000 songs.
Torrents? What on earth are you talking about? We do not know of such things in this forum.Stuntmann said:Where can I search for torrents?
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.