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.
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 sound like a Hillary supporter. Zero facts. Just feel good quotes designed to appeal to your other user accounts. Explain how I am delusional? You know she swallowed that night, correct? I could have chosen the happy ending.Delusion is a good thing. Carry on....
Sorry but I don't want a blow job.
That happened at about the 3 month mark, thanks to the fact I didn't expect a commitment at 1.5 months and dump her like many of you buffoons suggested. Worst case she is a FB. This notion of dumping a hot girl who is having sex with you is preposterous. I am dating the hottest girl of any member and you know it.I've experienced everything you wrote about, just not with a girl I only dated for 1.5 months.
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.
Zero facts, all the time. Thank you Spinach.Yawn.....