WhitePimp
Master Don Juan
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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.
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.
Nice to see another cyclist in the forum. I've always felt that using exercise as a diversion was the best way to relieve stress and make you more fit at the same time. It definitely has a different outcome than just boozing it up.Originally posted by WhitePimp
I also ride my bike when I'm stressed or not stressed...but I actively search out harder routes when I'm pissed.
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.
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....Originally posted by penkitten
i evict people.
i manage hud apartments. really.Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
There's a sexist joke in there that's straining to get out y'know....![]()
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...Originally posted by penkitten
i manage hud apartments. really.
why does that sound so familiar?Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
I knew there was a reasonable explanation but my mind chooses to amuse itself in its own way...![]()
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.
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?Originally posted by penkitten
why does that sound so familiar?
actually i wanted to say, spoken like a true man... however i thought that might be a mean thing to say ...Originally posted by Francisco d'Anconia
Does the voices in your head amuse you too?![]()
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.
HA what a pvssy.Originally posted by Pure Drive +
I cry myself to sleep because I got mad and hit the door too hard with my hand.![]()