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.
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.
one of these days you're going to punch the wrong guy then you're going to be picking your teeth up of the floor.zinc4 said:I punched him straight in the chest abd told him disrespect me again and u will regret it
old stories are good, but this is 2014, things have changed, this isn't 50-60 years ago.BetterCallSaul said:Then people attack the guy for his actions? This is a great example I think of how drastically our society has changed over the past, say 50-60 years.
I can remember a couple of stories from my dad talking about my grandpa and how he'd get royally pi$$ed at his wife for something.
Talking about her calling the police, getting other people involved, this might be construed as assault?
asa_don said:one of these days you're going to punch the wrong guy then you're going to be picking your teeth up of the floor.
old stories are good, but this is 2014, things have changed, this isn't 50-60 years ago.
any force against women like that can land you in jail or get a visit from the police, that ain't worth it to prove you're a "tough guy" to some lousy chick.
all she has to do is get pissed off enough, make the call, and they will come to investigate, if they find reasonable evidence of assualt you will go to jail, that ain't worth it.
i remember this guy at my old apartment, he roughed up some latina chick, she called 4 guys over to beat the sh!t out of him.
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.
There's a semi-well known story of John Lennon doing basically this when he was married to Yoko Ono. They were at a party, and he disappeared into a bedroom with some chick. There followed a lot of loud noises of lovemaking while Yoko sat in the living room, embarassed. Apparently she was extremely p!ssed off at him over this. Not because he had sex with the girl, but because he humiliated her at the party.backbreaker said:a real pimp calls up a side peice in front of her, has her come over, goes into the other room and has sex with her while this girl is in the living room.