"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"

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.

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Crazy night

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So I went out with a girl which I have a casual relationship with. We went to a bar downtown, and we met some people we hang out with.
My girl friend went to some place else, and while I was talking to my buddies a girl came to talk to one of my buddies. We don't speak English here, but I started the conversation with, literally

"Hello, what is your name?"
And she said, also in English
"My name is xxxxx. What is your name?"
"My name is Earl", I replied"
Oh just like the TV-series, hehe" she laughed.

Then the crazy girl grabbed my balls in a violent manner. I was thinking "What the ****?" but curious as I am I approached her again. She grabbed my balls yet another time, and this time I returned the favor by touching her breast. She ran after me and tried to crush my balls, and kicked me in a playfull but an oh so violent manner.
My friend who has little handle on the girls said
"I don't think she likes you that much", he said
"She tried to grab my balls. Did she grab yours?"
Then we all laughed.

Then her and I started touching each other.

After that I went by and flirted with a chick, then I approached two others. One was a gorgeous one, the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long time, and her average cute friend.

After two centences I danced intimately in the middle of the bar with her and the other cute chick, and after five centences the babe and I were making out on the dancefloor and touching each other everywhere. My God, I have never seen or felt anything as gorgeous as her luscious body, face and lips.

Then the ball grabbing girl came up and I danced with her and my casual relationship girl friend.

Then I met a girl I know from school, and she wanted to dance too, so we danced and got down dirty.
But a pair of guys got jealous. They didn't like the fact that they were sitting there with three girls and now I had all of them. I almost got into a fight with them.

Then it was like 3:30 AM and the bar closed. But my jacket was nowhere to be seen. Turns out someone stole it. With it, my keys and information on my identity (street address and so on). So me and my casual girl friend started walking towards home to see if someone had broken in. But we both needed to pee. I thought about it philosophically and said "There is no reason guys can be on the tarmac and not girls", so we both peed on the tarmac. I needed to pee in case I had to deal with burglars.

We didn't get inside after calling the police and whatnot, so we decided to sleep at the place of a friend of hers. We slept there, but got a not so good kebab about 4:50 AM.
This was my night.
 

"The Coffee Shop Girl You Never Spoke To"

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.

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Atom Smasher

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This sounds suspiciously like the return of Dr. Beard!
 
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