spesmilitis
Master Don Juan
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Thread title says it all
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.
Probably keratosis pilaris. Lots of people have it.My Name is Nobody said:I dated this one girl with red pimple like things all over her legs and some on her upper arms. None on the genital area.
They weren't pimples but red spots the size of a pimple.
What the hell were they?
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.
I don't think that was it. They were not in bunches like that. They were dark red spots like a pimple but they looked flat and they were spaced out couple inches apart.. and I think they left some scars too. They looked like permanent chicken pox.simon said:Probably keratosis pilaris. Lots of people have it.
You don't, you run in the other direction, why take a chance? Seriously though, the only way is to take her to the doctor and have one of them tested.spesmilitis said:How do I tell the difference between someone with herpes and pimples?
MacAvoy said:You don't, you run in the other direction, why take a chance? Seriously though, the only way is to take her to the doctor and have one of them tested.
I had one pimple on my d1ck when I was 18, I was worried as fvck, went to the doctor, he didn't even look at it, he said it was probably a pimple. I think I only ever had sex with 1 girl at that point.
I've never had another on my penis since but I had bad acne back then. I do get the odd one in my pubic hair though.
Gangster Of Love said:People usually don't get pimples in their genital area. That is the difference.
Bible_Belt said:Herpes is not pimples; it is tiny blisters that hurt. Herpes blisters look like poison ivy, a clump of tiny, painful, itchy, fluid-filled blisters. The fluid is clear, not white like a pimple.
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.
perhaps eczema?My Name is Nobody said:I dated this one girl with red pimple like things all over her legs and some on her upper arms. None on the genital area.
They weren't pimples but red spots the size of a pimple.
What the hell were they?
LostAndConfused said:perhaps eczema?
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.