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'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.
Are you intentionally trying to be an a$$hole to get this thread shut down because you're angry?Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
At least she's being positive about it.I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
She asks it casually, mid-sip. And you feel the floor open up, because the honest answer is work, gym, and a couple shows you're half-watching.
Women rarely say this out loud, but a man with a life is attractive before he says a word. The guy who spent Saturday deep-sea fishing and came back with photos and a story — he walks in already interesting.
The "22 Rules" pushed me to build a life worth talking about. Turns out the fastest way to be interesting to women is to be interested in your own life first.
Hey, don't forget about smelly... er... Scented bathroom tissue.DarthJuan said:Us new guys have plenty of positivity.
Like Des, I'll inject some positivity into this thread:
Purring kittens, puppy dogs, walks on the beach, orange sunsets, daffodils, scented candles, exotic bath oils, laughing children, rays of golden sunshine!!!!
Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.Giovanni Casanova said:More positive things: World peace, hot dogs on a barbeque, and koala bears who sh*t rainbows.
That's actually pretty ironic, because whenever I read one of Wyldfire's threads, I always picture a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. I later saw the picture in her profile, but I prefer to continue picturing a woman that looks like Richard Simmons. Less nightmares.DarthJuan said:Here, I'm injecting positivity personified. It will effectively wipe away all negativity in this thread as Jesus wipes away sins.
http://www.stuffedchickens.com/img/richards_chicken_w.jpg
He's like a metric ton of positivity! A supernova of positivity. Up with people, YAY!
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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdQj2ohqCBk&mode=related&search=Giovanni Casanova said:And in order keep with the spirit that this thread was intended in, and to end on a positive note, dogs wearing hats.
Ahh, and once again, all I have to do is look for any thread with more than 2 pages of response to find yet more flamebaiting from WYLD.Wyldfire said:Bad Pixie...I find it comical that the only way you can ever get the attention you so desperately seek while your husband is off boning his secretary is by hanging onto my coat tails.
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.