Scaramouche
Master Don Juan
Dear Julie Baby,
For what it is worth you have my respect.
For what it is worth you have my respect.
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.
It's worth alot, Scara.Scaramouche said:Dear Julie Baby,
For what it is worth you have my respect.
Somewhere Liberace is smiling.Scaramouche said:Dear Julie Baby,
For what it is worth you have my respect.
Three seconds. That's how long it took. Your shoes. Your posture. The way you held your drink. Whether you looked at the floor or looked at her.
She already filed you away. Interesting. Boring. Safe. Bold. Before you even opened your mouth.
Everything you say after that is just her confirming what she already decided.
So stop rehearsing lines. Fix the first three seconds. Stand tall. Look up. Smile like you mean it. Walk like you belong wherever you're standing.
The words come later. The impression comes first.
You know who gets all worked up like this? Chicks.Julius_Seizeher said:Lastly, to answer your slanderous attack of my manhood, listen up: I grew up on a farm, which means I was tougher at 10 years old than you are now. I went into the Marines right out of high school, just in time for 9/11 and the war. In the war, I eventually led younger Marines into combat.
So let me ask you, did you ever lead Marines into battle? Did you ever kill a man? I know you didn't, you're too much of a pvss. You are not half the man I am, I say this because it is a TRUTH that I have earned.
There's truth to this.f283000 said:We have to remember that women are hardwired to look to men as their leader. If a woman is with you it's because she saw some qualities in you which make her want to be led by you in a relationship.
Never treat a woman any better or differently because of her wealth. You will stand out from every other guy she's come in contact with. In fact don't even mention her wealth, never bring it up, ignore it. Treat her like she's your average 9-5 worker, treat her normal.
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.
sodbuster said:As long as I'm making mine, I don't care one way or the other. As long as I have my office, I can leave at a moments notice. BUT I'd never be in a relationship where she has control of the money and the puzzy.