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.
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.
BRUTAL!!! :crackup:Originally posted by teencraft
I lost my keys when I was shopping with her and now I'm screwed.
I know :-/...luckily i had my mom's car so i didn't have to run all over the mall with her, I just had to drop her off then I came back and looked but to no avail. :-/ I hope i find it, my backpack is locked in the trunk of my car and I don't have a spare.Originally posted by Mr. Debonaire
BRUTAL!!! :crackup:
seriously tho that sucks
:crackup: :crackup:Originally posted by teencraft
my backpack is locked in the trunk of my car and I don't have a spare.
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.
laugh it up.Originally posted by Mr. Debonaire
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I'll make sure to type up how things when on sunday april 17th.Originally posted by Patrick124
god must hate u.
jk man. good luck bro, have a good ****in time. and from a buncha filed reports on ehre of prom dates: if she becomes a *****, ditch her. don't let ****ty-vibes ruin the prom-night of your life.
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.
**** man, you need a major mindset change, but it is possible just stick in there.Originally posted by teencraft
Alright, I know you're not supposed to over-analyze things, but when we were shopping (and I made sure not to follow her, I looked at different stuff while she was) she mentioned how we "were like a couple." I couldn't help but get giddy when she said this. I hope this is going to materialize into something.
:moon:Originally posted by teencraft
Good god, it just hit me, I am screwed. This girl is easily a high 9/10 and I am going to prom with her. It's in 1 week, saturday apr 16th. We're both seniors...anyone have any tips for me to help me survive the night? (and the week leading up to the prom)
finally, some useful advice....Originally posted by MetalFortress
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Treat a 9 like a 6. If you do, you become a 9 in her eyes. If you don't, you become a 6.