well today i(sphmore) was at my sister's(senior) dance practice and also the cheerleaders dance at the same time as they do....well there is this one cheerleader an HB8(would be higher if she didnt do weed and shyt) but neway all the cheerleaders come into the cafiteria from the gym(they are connected to each other, with pixie glass {see through}) the HB8 aproches me and says hey whats up! and we start chatting...but thats besideds the point, becuase im past dicussing such things......basically we obviously talk and enjoy being around each other......o and by the way she has a bf.......well the cheerleaders are doing a pie eating contest, so she runs over there to participate...later on i see her again siting up on some mat..... so i jump up there and sit with her, we talk and talk, then all the cheerleaders leave, and we are still talking......then the cheerleader captain or whatevr(old lady) is like um HB can u leave because blah blah blah no reason at all.....ill tell u why.... because she was a white girl that was into a ****** that right i said it ima NEGRO and that old white womans a hating, blockin, bi
"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.
blockers come in all differnt shapes and sizes
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