"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.

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Can't relax

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Whats up guys.

I am getting pretty damn frustrated. Hate making a thread about it but maybe it'll help me calm the fvck down.

I haven't been in an argument but I almost feel as though I have. The sexual frustration is really getting to me. My balls are throbbing and I'm having wet dreams right after I jerk off. In game I can't stop thinking of details. It must be the spring-time weather...

Anyway, my frustration has lead me to send a few texts to find out if I can hang out with a chick after work. I realised that's really the best strategy - to ask them beforehand if they wanna hang out after clubbing is over. Never thought of it before.

On the one hand I have so much sexual energy which I don't want to waste, on the other hand I don't want to reek of desperation - which I will, because I am fvckin h0rny.

Anyway, this whole rant has given me the mental "OK" to go and be a total perv tonight. At least frustration can cause me not to give a fvck, to a certain degree. Like when I can't resist a b*tch.

I mean I wish I could play the game where an HB10 wouldn't make me bat an eyelid, but I simply can't..... I haven't fvcked hot enough b*tches.

But sh*t. I wanna fvck so many B*tches and I feel like I'm holding myself back with petty excuses.

Tonight I'm gonna stop caring about being arrogant/humble or my fvckin swagger and what-not. I am just gonna do my damn job and if I so happen to stumble upon an HB8 who sends me a few IOI's I might just take a few minutes off work to build rapport.

This rant has helped me to relax a little bit. If I don't get laid soon I am gonna fvck a prostitute btw because I really don't give a fvck anymore and it's not about giving up on conquering some drunk sl*t in the club. It's about psychological benefits.

Peace
 

"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.

Read more...

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youngmack said:
Lmaooooooo
Lol, thanks for laughing at that youngmack. No sarcasm. Seeing the humor in my own situation really makes me feel a bit better. :D
 
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