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Well, can you?
Just wondering?
Thanks
Just wondering?
Thanks
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.
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.
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.
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.
lmfao post of the yearBible_Belt said:cootie cooties girls have cooties!!!!
Talked to a doctor because my best bud has oral herpes and I wanted to make sure I didn't get it, if I could still smoke pot with him etc(though I didnt ask like that).. Direct contact is the only way to get it, much more rarely by drinking after the person, but there needs to be mucuous membrane on membrane to transfer the virus. Highly doubtful that you can get an std from a handjob although I heard something about guys getting the virus/bacteria for different stds under their fingernails from fingering puss y. Don't know if thats true though.spax said:Yes..
If she has a coldsore and touches her mouth and then your ****, u get herpes on your ****.
Also if she has warts on her hands, u can get get them on your ****.
You made your case like a lawyer. Stable job. Good guy. Ready for something real. All true. All irrelevant.
She weighed your points, nodded along, felt nothing — then fell hard for some tattooed bartender with a motorcycle and a gambling problem.
Logic is where attraction goes to die. The "22 Rules" work a level deeper, on the subconscious switches that decide within minutes whether you register as a MAN or as part of the furniture.
Stop presenting evidence. Start flipping switches.
Bible_Belt said:Honestly dude, if you can see a sore on his mouth, I would still not share the same joint/pipe/bong or whatever. This is coming from the 'girls have cooties' guy. I have shared plenty of smoking pieces w/o catching anything, but look for those cold sores and stay away when you see them.
just so suave said:Watch How High, they dont share their spliff with some guy cus he has a cold sore haha