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 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.
God.. its gonna take 2-3 weeks until I have energy?!? lol :nervous:KarmaSutra said:Low carb is 20 grams or lower per 24 hour period. This will put your body into ketosis and begin using stored fat as your primary fuel source.
It will be hard brother, no doubt about it, you'll be easily irritated and jittery but after 2-3 weeks you'll have so much energy you won't know why you've waited so long.
The trick is to watch for hidden carbs in everything. Soda, "sugar free" candy (which is not "free" at all and contains maltitol which if you eat more than a couple of pieces will give you the sh!ts like no tomorrow), and fruit.
Start a journal brother. That's your first step. Be honest. Start with where you are and where you want to be in 90 days.
We've got your back.
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.