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.
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.
Great! I hope it's like vodka, so I can make martinis! LOL!!!it's a shot
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.
My late step dad died a year ago at 81. He was alpha that got lots of tail prior to marring my mom. He told a story from around 1983 where he was between his first wife and my mom, the VP of a major battery company, single, around 50 years old, and hitting 20s b|tches hard. There was this 20something chick in his circle of friends who everyone know was trying to sleep around, get preggo, and find a sugar daddy. My step dad played dump on purpose and got in her pants. He said after he blew his load in her she made some comment about not using protection and a fake "uh oh I hope I don't get pregnant". But that was her goal and he knew it. He said he responded "well I am so glad to ease your worries, I had a vasectomy a few months ago.. When can we do this again?" He said she got huffing p|ssed, got dressed, and stormed out.. And he sat there and laughed right in her face.... I think he also said after that she no longer associated with the group of friends they were in.. LMFAO. RIP you old horny bastard!!Male contraceptives are nothing more than a Patriarchal plot for those evil menz to get more sex! Imagine all those poor princesses having to have sex repeatedly with these cretins without knowing he has secretly taken an injection to thwart the process.
Month after month women will be subject to the most vile actions in hopes that they will be able to experience the gift of motherhood. Oh the horror!