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.
The question is will she take a load.She looks loads better with makeup. That's a prime example of false advertising
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.
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.
They can't be the same, look at their noses. The one on the right forsure has a thinner nose also look at their facial structure. The one on the left has a more round chubbier face whereas the one on the right has a more chiseled face. Makeup is magic but it ain't THAT magical.I think they are the same person. I'm looking mostly at the eyebrows. Very distinct looking brows and the exact same on both women. Married woman looks more plain jane. But then after she got divorced she dolled herself up to go ride the c0ck carousel.
I do think they're the same person. Another possibility is identical twins, but I'm betting they're the same person.They can't be the same, look at their noses. The one on the right forsure has a thinner nose also look at their facial structure. The one on the left has a more round chubbier face whereas the one on the right has a more chiseled face. Makeup is magic but it ain't THAT magical.
If anything the girl on the left put on a bunch of makeup and ALSO had herself photoshopped a bit on top of that to make her features subtley hotter.
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.