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Master Don Juan
While you fist fvcking keyboard jockeys are wasting time trying to slide into more pvssy, our world is DYING!
How Dare You!
How Dare You!
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.
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.
So are you!She's awesome!![]()
Regretfully, the world has changed their goals for profit and materialism without considering the effects and consequences of their actions. It's a nice gesture for this girl to do this speech, but the powers that be in China, India, Pakistan, Russia and the United States couldn't care less. Facts are facts; whether we as a people like it or not.While you fist fvcking keyboard jockeys are wasting time trying to slide into more pvssy, our world is DYING!
How Dare You!
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.
LikewiseSo are you!![]()
I could talk to any woman I wasn't attracted to. Charming, funny, relaxed. Then a gorgeous woman looked my way and I'd become a sweating, babbling mess.
The fix took me years to find and ten minutes to learn. Nervousness and excitement are the same physical state — pounding heart, adrenaline, flushed face. Your brain just picks the label. And you can pick a better one.
Rule 16 shows you how. You feel the nerves, relabel them as excitement, and let that energy pour out as enthusiasm. Women notice the guy radiating it. They always do.
The greatest mass extinction of life on earth was not the one where the dinosaurs died. The earlier Permian Extinction was worse than that, and there was another that was even worse than that.Plant food is killing us all!!!!
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.
Right on.ROFLMAO!
What?
Were you SERIOUS???
That poor girl's parents should be arrested for child abuse, for toturing their daughter with apocalyptic nightmares, and then thrusting her into the international spotlight, to make an eternal fool of herself.
How dare her parents use a vulnerable, mentally challenged child as a human shield, to defend their insane "CO2 is poison!!!" apocalyptic cult from rational criticism. These "the world will end in a ball of ice...OOPS...ball of fire...OOPS...ball of ice AND fire?" Climatastrophe dorks are about as credible as the Heaven's Gate freaks, and half as sane.
"Cut off your d1cks! Stop having children! Move into an igloo! Stop exhaling and farting! Kill all the cows! Heterosexuality is Patriarchy! We're all gonna die!"
Give it a rest, Chicken Little.
I agree with the Left on one thing: anyone who believes exhaling and farting mammals will cause a Climapocalypse shouldn't reproduce.
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.