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.
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.
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.
wow i never new that not knowing your ciggertes made you dumb, i guess that makes all of us non smokers dumb, isnt that ironic i mean why the hell would you want to save your health.Originally posted by Levex
ps. you dumbasses are talking about virginia slims, those are thinner. get your facts straight.
You've replayed it a hundred times. She stood three feet away, scrolling her phone. You had an opening. You composed the perfect line — after she was gone.
For all you know, she's married now. To some guy who said something. Anything.
Openers are cheap. Almost any sentence works when it's delivered within three seconds. The expensive part is the standing there, drafting and deleting, while the window quietly closes.
The "22 Rules" stripped out my hesitation. What to open with, how to keep it alive, and the one habit that costs guys more women than anything else: waiting for perfect.
Originally posted by Desdinova
I thought only women smoked 100s.
Yeah, they're fvcking long, thinner than normal cigarettes, and since they're lights, it takes 1/2 hour to smoke one of those bastards because of all the holes in the big ass filter. The longer the filter, the harder it is to suck on it and get your fill of niccotine goodness.
OMG you're biased against gays!Originally posted by penkitten
real women dont smoke 100's .
thats just a gay a$$ thing to say.
apparently somebody did think of them, when they made light 100's !Originally posted by Ice Cold
OMG you're biased against gays!
Think of the homos! Somebody PLEASE think of the homos!![]()
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