http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/what-beaches-looked-like-100-years-ago
Definitely an eye opener compared what we all see today.
Definitely an eye opener compared what we all see today.
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.
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.
"Look! In the year 2010, people in beaches wore CLOTHES!"EA Gold said:lol, you do know that your making fun of your great grandparents and their culture. The conservative clothing they wore reflected the attitude of the people of that day, respecting others, family and themselves.
Wheres the respect with kids these days, I wonder how would you feel if your great grand kids were making fun of you and your culture 100 years from now.
My great-grandparents were subject to signs in government and other public buildings that read "No Dogs or Indians Allowed". While their parents were shot down like animals with hotchkiss guns at Wounded Knee.EA Gold said:lol, you do know that your making fun of your great grandparents and their culture. The conservative clothing they wore reflected the attitude of the people of that day, respecting others, family and themselves.
Wheres the respect with kids these days, I wonder how would you feel if your great grand kids were making fun of you and your culture 100 years from now.
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.
Serialized3 said:My great-grandparents were subject to signs in government and other public buildings that read "No Dogs or Indians Allowed". While their parents were shot down like animals with hotchkiss guns at Wounded Knee.
I don't share your americana. I wish I could entertain the concept of the "good old days", aka "the days when we had the darkies in their place" (pressed firmly beneath boot heels).
I don't share "americana" and truly wish that people would open their eyes to the fact there were no "Good old days."Serialized3 said:My great-grandparents were subject to signs in government and other public buildings that read "No Dogs or Indians Allowed". While their parents were shot down like animals with hotchkiss guns at Wounded Knee.
I don't share your americana. I wish I could entertain the concept of the "good old days", aka "the days when we had the darkies in their place" (pressed firmly beneath boot heels).
No, those were the party sluts of the day. If you notice, some of them were flashing ankle! That was like cleavage back then.San Jose California said:when girls who hung out at the beach weren't party sluts
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.