sylvester the cat
Master Don Juan
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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.
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.
Calm the fvck down. If you don't want to compliment him, then don't. No one is holding a gun to your damned head while your hands tremble over the keyboard which is half burnt out due to all the sweat from your head dropping onto it.d!ckmojo said:Fvck you dude... who goes around fishing for compliments like that? You already had a bunch of ppl complimenting your looks in a previous thread. Jesus Christ, are you a faggot?
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.
And you're a fvcking enabler!ckdon said:Calm the fvck down. If you don't want to compliment him, then don't. No one is holding a gun to your damned head while your hands tremble over the keyboard which is half burnt out due to all the sweat from your head dropping onto it.
On topic, Slyvester, you look good man. Ignore douchebags like this one here.
Giving some reassurance or confidence boost here and there is no where near being an enabler.d!ckmojo said:And you're a fvcking enabler!
The OP's problem of needing random internet ppl to compliment his looks for him to feel good about himself is a serious indicator of neediness and betahood.
DON'T indulge his pathology. It will only make the problem worse.
OP, you need to man the fvck up and stop seeking validation from external sources. Its a really off-putting character trait, and b1tches can smell that sh1t, that desperation, and will run a mile from it.
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.
Yeah. should've been HD - hot dude. lol.Purefilth said:SYLVESTER THE CAT Just to check that you realise HB stands for HOT BABE, right?
Therefore you are a ZERO on my scale.
I dont rate men.